MYSELF I NEVER KNEW
MYSELF I NEVER KNEW THE WAXY LEAVES OF BEING
Grow dream and pipe design
Grow sharp and to a vision of a dance
That enters mind of another body/brain
Slighted and distilled until that time
Goodbyes and paper greetings shuffle
WILD THINGS AWAIT THEIR TURN.
Copyright © Nigel Lesmoir-Gordon | Year Posted 2016
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