on dew dappled
moonbeams i write
in a shirt with
sylvia smiling
the rusted clang
of once singing
golden bells hangs
a funeral pall
clinging to the
abstract obscurities
wrapped around
my deadened limbs
i cry softly
into the sparrow
wings to soar
from tree to tree
an emu emulating
the rancorous remembrance
of the dinosaur
deeply locked within
i am the fish
too goddamned curious
slinking out of
the primordial ooze
a fool at the most
basic genetic level
a curious corpse
swaying in a copse
of oaken sorrows


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