Poem 133

When a chime climbs the night it’s not a pocket watch
nor a rustling of leaves. In the mouth of theives,
the night weaves a dream catcher of feathers of the eye.
When we ly, the murmors of the day wander wakeful
from the mind, and their sound rewrites the passages of time.

3 thoughts on “Poem 133

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  2. Thanks! Always start with free, this is a Blogspot but WordPress is a lovely platform as well. There are positives and negatives for both;


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