To escape
To carry the sea in a colour
And paint the world in prints
Hands and heart and feet
All sticking out of sleeves
Remembered for what they are
Seeking metamorphosis
And in that pupal soup to find
Gravity's solution
I'll have an ear on the world
And hear with virgin mind
The questions
That have no answers
The ones I long to find.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Fatherhood
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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