'tis the indigo

'tis the indigo
in the dying of the light
'tis the soft panic
the struggle
to keep any meaning
to a purpose
at long tall bay

'tis all that ink
warm butter on bread
that keep us
from a final tap
when the final fold
is drawing near




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-06-17 at 23:07

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