My heart is in angst
Strung through the hip in rose lengths
Weary of reaching
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My heart is in angst
Strung through the hip in rose lengths
Weary of reaching
and awaits the scythe,
the grain in the field stands tall
swaying one last time.
swaying one last time
trying not to collapse at
the scene of the crime
the scene of the crime
holds but awful memories
who can remember?
Who can remember
the source of the lost question
that opened one mind?
my best line ever
stretched from trembling twig shapes
that opened one mind
that opened one mind
closed like a licorice wand
at each end sweeter
At each end sweeter
raspberry plants forever
the ladybug sighs
the ladybug sighs
once more the warning begins
once again she flies
Once again she flies
heels giggling on marble floors
the clock chimes midnight
The clock chimes midnight
Moonlight wanders through the wastes
Of this lonely world
Of this lonely world
nothing pleasant can be said,
'til it is reborn.
'til it is reborn
what are the poets up to
and the owl sighed