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in alcoholic mid-morning fields

Visual Poem in alcoholic mid-morning fields
nomoth
Written by nomoth
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young boy dreaming
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you
young boy dreaming
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you

the foolish floats
as a hook waiting
a throat of wren singing
and I am laying now down
for tomorrow

baby-milk sky
the nautilus dried fruit sun
seeing and sawing
I magnet the compass
until the north stops spinning
the mothe rumbling, mumbling
stumbling upstairs

and the stars are looking
to find you (see if you)
are looking for them
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