performing childhood is something else where light is a lonesome hymn
touching commits to memory
rhetorical proof in perpetual motion and love’s unbroken composition
approaching the furthest moon
salvation is among the borders of civilization and alas tonight the gaps are graced
migration to memory inside the praxis of living
a mongrel shakedown on the milk-stained carpet
I look for great prose poems on other sites, but I can’t get no satisfaction thereS. Even when it starts to break up and float towards the lyric, you gots it.
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