Tanner Brockwell

tangled tales crisp with death
by tanner brockwell

tangled tales crisp with death
the sound is yet yet never less
the brick and cube a holy sack
for walls are built and left
to the motes from my eye
the wrack and weft
ferried upon invisible rivers
i am sent beyond beyond
there two burn the celestial way
fires i know yet cannot say
yet pages of any other cloth
still to write upon quiet thought
and all the while a lofty view
all the while for something new
there upon the stolid face
cross the wisps of showers past
so refresh a new day
wishing that the moon is true

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