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red fun sleep run candy

There was a boy who dreamt of elephants Of a rhythm of beating feet In the jungle’s soul Of the red flower of home Lost in an echo Of a living root bridge That carries souls into the silence That … Continue reading

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Birdsong (III)

it fell out of the sky the birdsong dusk’s telepathy

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Birdsong (II)

the swift rills of birdsong fall like gathering suspicion of the twilit evening I switch off my phone and look up.

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A believer

This tumult of newspapered violence ravages me an incessant fist a thronging orchestra of despair Tired, I turn away and drink the evening swathed in birdsong aah! a believer salvaged.

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