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Gale Asleep in the Car |
your mind's as out of reach
as that pagan bifurcated sky
where nothing gleams but old dead stars
wrapped in all the mystery of your
brown hair, closed eyes,
this piracy of sleep
your thoughts already pitched to floating dreams
head wrapped inside your arms,
all the way home ~
airtight breath — phantom brow - now
copyright 2014
John
Grey |
