transforming cellular yearnings
transforming cellular yearningsof totaling all days
I find calls to the winter moon
a different kind of lunacy
there are cats in the machinery
wolfs in the downfall
serpents in the carpentry
of old history
the blinking of a culture
sedimentary believes
days belong to the living
the eyes of the universe
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-12-29 at 23:46
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by Bob Latest textsI seldom walkthere’s a rumor there will be no full stop so many regrets who am I |
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