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| photo by Todd Hido © |
ushered, bellowed and weathered
when altering any mechanics
desire and need
odd channel happenings
caught fire bleeding
yes, I am talking to myself
through the crackle voice
of a warm hearth
in a falling house
bless my soul
a nameless mutter
an udder-less wallow
a rain torrent shame
a blame someone else
a game of tame
and shelf
I hear the echo say
night time is my domain
you'll have to pay
for there is a price
on every line you cross
the line you are now idling by
one of cornerstone destruction
commotion-less seep
blow out fancy party
keepsake and all
all reap variants want is
for you never to pretend
you are flying
when comes
the fall and decay
EJR ©
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