Search Results for: Lightning arresters
vacant, your lifeline - i can follow you a little ways now into the dark. rambling to the bus station with my bag of books. goodbye arthritic knees, goodbye neurotic carousel, my mind freed to lightspeed floating in your words your halting voice i hear another voice struck, stunned, to follow your lightning
how cruel the world's beauty. old loon, crying, haunted cracked vessel, i follow your lightning words up into the dark beyond the thunderclouds that cotton wool, that thick white, up to the clear night sky and the electric stars categories composite: tech & poetics tags death greg hall poetry poets 7...
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