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- Behind the Fragments of the Tills - The fragments kept still as the pieces Fell from above the ground, While the lives scattered to the real swiftness Of nights so fine, Fresco lights, Spoils on fineries, Wrought this back out of the stuff that’s bold, Beneath the trees, Cryptic as the ends may go: I stood above the light, Above the real foes, Made my ways to the times reaped, Took my wishes to a life on the fine paltry, Draped to a moment so fine: Where the scotch filled the glass wines Where my life danced to the clocks that ticked Above the window-sill, To steer in All of my times. 2014 ©
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 15:53:14 +0000

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