tonight
I cry for whatever it is that I thought I might become
for what it is
for what
sore back of knee
weeping always
the ache of bones built for deference
i love the freedom of rainbows
the arching darkness of somewhere else
the darkness
blackness
white pin-pricks milky way
i can see me there
white star, left 31, right 32
free blue hirondelles
sun plains loire fields crane
breeze me cordially
breaks
oh i am gone
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http://www.badstep.net/
http://www.cb1poetry.org.uk/
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