a sojourn of solace
it is a song we hear pulsing in the night,
warbled through the sky-lens,
the last echoes of a lullaby.
it is endearing, the refrain,
the helicopter spin of details and arguments.
it is like the flexing roots of ancient cedars
planted by an earth-beating sea
-- the waves that hope to remember nothing.
it has left you and me,
but will return.
deathnugget aka. M.W.
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