the fluttering
the muscular flaps that
keep an unwanted rhythm
platelets and plasma
for a phantom of greed
of clinging to something
you daren’t admit
let’s count the time
the specious facts
the fallow field
instinct without a switch
I’m ploughing the wrong lines
a course of lies
we’ll get there
in the end
love the last four...
ReplyDeleteThanks Jeffree!
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