they even pry loose
the
wobbly nail
the workers
hang
their
home-time
salt-of-the-earth
coats
on
~
&
the sky today
is
just
grey
like an open old man
its the dish rag of ages
a ragged halo glow
burns eclipse slim
round the frayed edge
there just
for the just born
to see
~
they draw you in
then they draw it thin
its the meat prism
strange mail everday
strange mail everday
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