i make a tenuous peace
its generous & poetical
theres dream faces on the pillow
as nightmares pound my heart
as nightmares pound my heart
& a contact strip of birds
hangs outside the window
in
dawns
slo mo flash
~
i am not the child i used to be
i grew round him like a tree
autopsy will find
my / his
paddington ringer t
photo by Joe Dudeck on Unsplash
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