crafty strange
2009/08/10 in poems
crafty strange
by tanner brockwell
crafty strange
a flying arc the vaulted
space imagined malleable
soft the innermost
for intellects for time
and as rambling the mind
built in a hundred days
built for no other ways
than the actuality
tending matters
the rathers hads
these shadows fill with luminescence
the orbs shift orbits
bodies in a cosmic dance
a scene a view so a trance
for they were first so they last
in the mid morning middling
first steps firstly
for far and between
so short but nothing mean
we gathered the fragments
beauty in the day
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