It meets the eye
yesterday we met
migrants walking
on the beach
out of sight
they turned
waxing crescent
yesterday we met
they came back
there was a boat
that's not it
what meets the eye
yesterday we met
a bloodbath
yesterday we met
at the poetry shop
yesterday we met
on the beach
waxing crescent
there was a boat
clouds gathered
what killers
yesterday we met
what meets the eye
that's not it
so then what the f is it in fact?
ReplyDeleteAlways the extra real, just out of clear vision
ReplyDeleteit's always in there, somewhere
ReplyDeleteCheers ;)
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