written for
by tanner brockwell
written for
for it is
the movement of time
the stumble of planets
olympian cold
seasons gone
for the blowing wind
the chasing wind
the edge of knife
cold against the skin
this is utterance
this is the cosmic dance
where time is left
in ruts and ways
the slipped foot trips
and sprawling plays
to lighter fare to other ways
the for past passed
past the gaze
just a winding [...]
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