MY feet are wasted —
i have relieved myself
upon them.
In powder-blue
all my gross innocence
pulls back the dreams
of my youthful days.
My youthful dreams
that i knew —
close the crypt
upon the somber skies!
The expansive unknown —
always be! That we all
can dream a dream!
:: 01132016 ::
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