Slow Motion Milky Way...
sometimes I just climb into
my mind's hollow tree home
where pointless worries
are not so overgrown
and poetic words bloom
in a verbal tree orchard
and those without a lover's lullaby
are no longer tortured
where unanswered questions
can easily be contemplated
and the swirling milky way time
is no longer accelerated
Copyright © Luke Steadman | Year Posted 2009
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