Monday, 25 February 2019

dreamers strange cont.

by the time we arrived, the coach had just departed
put down the pen, before the story had even started
and the sun set over the fields, and winding rivers I once traced
like the back of my hand, 
burnt out, erased
dispersed like grains of sand, 
in the wind and it submerged 
the sun, under the downs
under the downs
to wander, 
through all these towns
dreamers strange
brighton rock
dreamers strange
that winters eve
dreamers strange 
that stolen ring.
i told her to give it back 
a shell in waves 
swathes of runners
dreamers strange
the old church, the smell of incense
dreamers strange
to be / perpetually
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