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July 2015 Collage Poem

Crimson dust for a forgotten man,

The nuances of place emerge

 

All of us are wearing lace-up shoes

In this we are the same,

And other ways

That are hidden.

 

In screaming, panicked pain swells

 

Help may be

The only thing I can offer,

As well as my ear

And my time.

 

Bleeding the sky with your cosmic clouds

That shelter my dark matter

From within...

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