Poetry

As You Will

Posted by Mitchell Chmielewski on

mother

may we

farm the distant

stars

in ocean hues

expanding

recession

calm the bleating

reverberations

echo across

time

running out

errant

highway souls

anguished

father

broken

foundry

cast in

sheet metal

armor and

scrap

moving motion

backwards

the sands fall

up

as

you will

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