an extended duration of air
stung your eyes, i’m guessing.

rolling tears surprised you
as blood would, and
your only mirror stained
you, as mud should,

your daltonesque soul
rung out and hung, nerve endings

as many yellow mountain
daisies stood. stand
proud among the “call me crazy”
eyes, cracked wide as they could.

… i’m tired of oxidizing factory
desires, hallucinating unsung blessings.

(tolling fears took me, together
with you in the tidal 🌊,
to rivers giving swifter
and deeper warnings than its title gave.)

“but i have promises to keep”
says the side of my head where
most set camp up.

“and miles to go,”
etc., etc.
“and miles” etc.;
etc., etc.


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