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How it Comes
let comets moan
as they come from our mouths
are sleeping
narrow-leafed
beneath our tongues
see tulip pressed
to penstemon
this song-
that finds the crease
and folds a definition
discover here
a place within a place
let slip the thoughts of bloom-
they stay the flower
of what could ever be
and how it comes
as they come from our mouths
are sleeping
narrow-leafed
beneath our tongues
see tulip pressed
to penstemon
this song-
that finds the crease
and folds a definition
discover here
a place within a place
let slip the thoughts of bloom-
they stay the flower
of what could ever be
and how it comes
Published 12th May 2019
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12th May 2019 5:36pm
