with an old love.
How much I can listen to lately of
The drone of uncharted planes is
A skyward question as the mists
Crash me ankle deep...
Perhaps we might meet...
Perhaps we might keep this
First intensiveness to fleet to us...
Maybe we will run away and not
Take off anywhere.
No matter.
I am sweetness and blight as you
Might explain your darkness leeching light
Deep into my ear with that hint of dear fear
That grounds us from unnecessary take- offs.
An even ground that cannot be sounded unleavened
Or plain. Again your voice may call.
With it all it will not please or ease me
You see...
In my home
I am easy mastering
My impermanence.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-03-21 at 02:46
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No Matter
The terminal indifferences become us...How much I can listen to lately of
The drone of uncharted planes is
A skyward question as the mists
Crash me ankle deep...
Perhaps we might meet...
Perhaps we might keep this
First intensiveness to fleet to us...
Maybe we will run away and not
Take off anywhere.
No matter.
I am sweetness and blight as you
Might explain your darkness leeching light
Deep into my ear with that hint of dear fear
That grounds us from unnecessary take- offs.
An even ground that cannot be sounded unleavened
Or plain. Again your voice may call.
With it all it will not please or ease me
You see...
In my home
I am easy mastering
My impermanence.
Poetry by jenks
Read 396 times
Written on 2010-03-21 at 02:46
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