Only Birds Aren't Built To Look Up {Edit} by David MauriceI leave out the who,
because of the why
In lieu of the why,
I leave out the sky
So
I look downwards to avoid it,
The knowledge hanging above,
dead-on-vine
I know intimately
the jaunty heels of the lucky,
the craven toes of the weak
I hate it,
the red of settings
And the sky still tells,
tells a story with ochre fingers,
that no-one lives inside another
09/30/2011 Posted on 10/01/2011 Copyright © 2024 David Maurice
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