Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Kit Kelen #879 - ave!


hail full of grace
one flown

forget the words
because I am not here

it's not with words
to know

hail mother was
and a church of her

choir fire
so sings to me

the brightest paint is sunshine
the bluest sky clear air

time runs out
drips from us

best dreams are slept away

tin skin
and flimsy up
but sings

hail one gone
for history
the shell beyond
to show the egg

forget the words
all best unsaid

it's what you taught me
with your eyes
once when I came
to world

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