Monday, 9 May 2016

Fictional Graves at Noonlight

Last night's stars are strewn along
Rolling into that sandy wave song

Across the water bridges they hope
To build a giant peeping telescope

And through pictures and radiowaves
Teleport out of their soundless graves

I trace circles of my noonlight shadow
And gather handfuls of stars to burrow

All shadows, pictures, sound bridges
Into watery graves of smooth rough edges

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