Skyward, the Rope
he does not have
size, nor age either,
and makes no sound
no hills up and down
but it goes through virginal campus
as beauty's devil big-head fool!
it really is
a year
screaming
child, or boy
ah, very well invisible
no style
do not know
how
they can live so
watch it
love it
and still wondering it.
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