striped like a diary on the run

striped like a diary on the run
a feudal farmer tap dancing
just because the system
is wired that way

there are men on the move
concerns graver than death
roam through the labyrinth
afterbirth is not only I

daring night after night
to relinquish its hold
demanding a new world here
to walk through the hall

I am the late night tide
rolling slow motion sand
with heron scallop singing
the heavy sigh of life




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Written on 2016-12-26 at 19:01

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