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
Copyright © Tomas Vincent Marra | Year Posted 2017
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