she wrote, geometry
the quality of rust in
alien photographs
I sit back, blow hard
stretching canvas
the crystal building
a thousand stories tall
inside the small room
writing up a storm
a million dark poems
listen to the rain
outside the window
what more is there
inside the small room
writing up a storm
a million dark poems
listen to the rain
outside the window
what more is there
why wouldn't I pray
for understanding
for understanding
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