The lie of this land lopes unfamiliarly to me. pentagons and polygons leap uncharitably into tree canopies quenched with a darker rain. The sort which spits and circles its words into the air, leaving its footprint drawn dabblingly, shadow seeping inward on less saturated ground. It infiltrates quietly, whilst the blanket of night […]
we all pass as water under the bridge in some context.
(it’ll never break, no)
all
all is all gone and leaked subtely out of ears
disappearing before we got the chance
to rein it in
rein in the rain from years falling in
tears
deftly trampled in leaves under
ears pricked to
the misleading autumnal crunch
an urge not to let go
an urge not to lose yourself
not to lose yourself in this haze
but all that can be seen […]
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