their fall, if survived, an essay
with the umbrage of these words, they fly
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Force
just here, rolls up
then crumples to a ruff
an entity no less than mine
singularly yellow, a flute note
maybe out there, beside you I’ll lay
baiting the first daylight, the usual drift
a tempo mourned by winds with no sign of time
proprietor
seeing no wrong
silhouetting intervals
scarcely pointing
at a floating mosque
A loose verse
Clasped
A punctuation
Altered to suit
Much of myself
With the same hand
The tonality of a pen
Tunnel
Tangled against my father’s cigar
Instead it was Jesus, hazy and unaware
Sing to me, as I admire your boned alphabet
If this is astral, rattle my broken rest
Cruelly watching me weep, doing nothing instead
