My shadow here is fading on the drywall And my poems are lost | Thoughts Hub
My shadow here is fading on the drywall And my poems are lost in stagnant air It was born with seven active follicles Eleven galloping horses Name the day after the names of the birds to fly away And at night I trot in the forgotten woods Covering the long time between us With isolation cloth With a frightened laugh With the prayer of light Just so you don't get me out of a beat It jumps whenever your shadow falls on it I'm here making a mess And wait for the day to end quickly Objects in imagination then sleep early And let the world roast slowly.
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