This morning is mine
but who do I mean
who wouldn’t want
to return to that
ream of the line
as hovers above water
prepared to go deeply
out into the deep
they don’t want to leave
us alone the gods
keep their thoughts
uppermost in our minds
fighting it out
one side for love one not
feel how the flags abandoned
by another world
are whipped
where hearing
is braver.
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