the frayed blue undulation is weightless,
on a trip back and forth
in seamless swing.
the pregnant breeze brings life lines,
and i'm aware of this about my neck
as i remember death.
the broken rope swing is bittersweet and
branchless; tied to the tree as it is, in a
footnote to freedom.
David Bowie and the Importance of Failure...
9 years ago
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