(I am sitting undoubtedly far
from the center of this humorless
world in the dark morning light
and I don’t believe a word)
*
My ground is crying
My air is crying oh why
would I ever cry
*
It could be blunter with
every step and it could get
farther with every step -
I’d arrive asleep –
*
And into none of the opening
rooms.
It’s more spacious outside:
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