always possibly
walking
into helicopter blades;
a face, a face
defines a foray into empty grace
like the shiftless; dismissed out of hand,
always possibly
clinging
to guy wires;
the ones keeping the world in place.
always possibly walking into helicopter blades; a face, a face defines a foray into empty grace like the shiftless; dismissed out of hand, always possibly clinging to guy wires; the ones keeping the world in place. |
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walking
into helicopter blades;
a face, a face
xo!
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thomas berger
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ts eliot
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