Tuesday, October 24, 2017

it seems effortless 
as it is
blue songs
come from the sky
before you
was anyone
before now
when i sat at a white paper
it was with a quiet terror
the ghost of before
before anything
occluding me 
it was like 
when i collaged 
sometimes i went blank
and it came together
seamless almost
by mysterious hands
with eyes

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