Holding you on a september night
the sweet dead smell of everything unwinds.
heavy cherries drip from their branches
breathing branches bow under the sky
The sky bends over everything like a holy dome.
and then all the space between the stars fills up with light.
and the stars too swollen to sing
Hum down to me.













Comments
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I am my past, my present and my future wrapped in skin
Very powerful, very atmospheric, almost gloomy.. But in the same way it's very tender to me. Surreal, seemingly threatening, but it's not all it seems.
Get to writing more. And get to publishing will you.
I MEAN IT.
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If I could start again, a million miles away. /
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I see you wrapping the continents
Into a sushi roll
And it's making me hungry
at your service.
i'll publish something sometime.
don't worry.
<3
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"All art is quite useless."
-Oscar Wilde
from anything that i write.
thank you.
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"All art is quite useless."
-Oscar Wilde
and yes, it is very interesting.
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"All art is quite useless."
-Oscar Wilde
"a"
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"All art is quite useless."
-Oscar Wilde
hopefully one of these days i'll get back to posting enough
so that you don't have to say that every time you read one of my poems.
i'm most productive during the fall so who knows.
i really hope you've been taking care of yourself.
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"All art is quite useless."
-Oscar Wilde
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