In The Crumbled Blue of Morning
LISTEN NOW
in the crumbled blue of morning
hitching up my unwieldy stillborn dreams
I saw you
You stood, you strode in the story of your unsullied name
I breathed the freckled air, tasted the acrid
Cold bones stacked on
The death of the thing
cob webs folded immaculately
in the skin wrinkled sky
to be finished
In The Crumbled Blue of Morning
