Tomas Vincent Marra Poet Free verse

North of 49

Here at the end of June
North of 49,
Dying galaxies
From 
Far off parts
Of deadened
Sky 
Whisper,
Fight the deception!
There are no 
Brisk or fervent 
stars 
All that 
trembles
And weaves
Through
The atmosphere
Has long since
Burned
And
Buried
Myth uncovered.
all 
that glitters 
Has
Taken your tongue
And made it paper

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