suddenness is a quiet mistress
suddenness is a quiet mistresstilting the beach
just to see funny mushrooms flash
there is a grey accountability
pitching for ruler ship
docking with the rest of us
there's air in a dark rift
where the sun comes in
baking dead skin in a hot context
there are mean dogs in the machinery
confused level controls
setting fire to lost understanding
resemble a garden
drive nails into the precious
find your shoes
why is not a question anymore
it coincides with the day we left
in a magic bus from Amsterdam
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-06-01 at 18:41
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