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new skin

Posted to Action Poetry




the pamphlets of your skies
they flutter in grace,
they fall in truth
they fill a sad mouth with that truth

the space between earth and cloud
is the real eye of the world
it is your cold vital vision,
it is the candle's oxygen
it is your own sad mouth.

the pamphlets of your skies
enervate darkness
your messages glint and gloss,
bloom through other words

the pamphlets of your skies
transform the breezes
sky moniters spark and glitter.

keep writing.