New life Mid life After life poem
Come thou moth
Betroth thee with my night
Come from strange daylight
To kiss and kiss my window
The flutter of a hearts dream stutter
Waking tremor of mine resistant sleep
Come thou moth
Thy face a shroud bigger on thy furry back
for the children of the night
Wake me this night
On thy back do take
Me to exciting lakes
On which upside down skies rest
Are you the Christ dear friend?
In simple browns of a journeyman?
I make beige bows to you kind sir
I too will be the disappeared of the day
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