Hear me now
A whirl with a twist, a dance
to the ever coming formation of matter
and at times I don't care.
Night is a cavernous mistress
where all I am
streams to the music of her.
Drowned in worldly say so
I sleep in dark hollows
and move when the sky
tells me too.
Hear me now, I am leaving.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2010-12-08 at 00:05
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