Book of Breathings
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Book of Breathings
David J Walker
Cruel clock
Supernatural sail
A false friend
in the wind
blending in
To a breeze
at the speed
Of a whirlwind
Tell me again
about your tomorrow
the sorrow comes with the dawn
in time to
Borrow phrases
from the model
of an avant-garde lexicon
Carved by men in caves
Painted in pen
In the
Book of Breathings
before we are gone
and gravity claims us all
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2022
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