feet of clay
feet of claymemory street
are red lights
-- I've run each one
as clay of my feet
becomes stickier
disdaining at times
-- the very ground
gravity ~ gravity
pulls the clay
lovingly -- clay
resists.
vcp
29 December 2014
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2014-12-30 at 00:08
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