Posted by: Zigzapiens | October 17, 2014

birds sleeping in starry cement

i can see a whole lot better

when i’m seen across the board.

lonely crafts out in the open sea

of a surface palace sky.

all the open cages

come slowly lifting

ourselves blooming

open letters

open pages

i wish


i wish the trousers i wear,

were made a whole.

and climbing spirits from my mouth

would be green

as i enter this blissful hole.

whats free is beautiful

doesn’t cost the spirit’s blood

the release of the soft beast

yet fear-full of life


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