gestured days
gestured days of layered so whatcrawl like stricken trapeze artists
in sawdust poignant with the shit
of domestication diluted temporarily
I see me like I see you and I
the sky is a fastened seatbelt
at the far end of the horizon
we run with the one more breath
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-09-20 at 16:13
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