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And the smoke climbed like evergreens piercing the shifting blue skyway

And un-seeming my thoughts were they quietly colored the rain

Under love’s false horizon I slander the stealings of sunshine

On the minds that surround themselves bodies that feel like a shroud

Oh the clouds they won’t touch me the sky it looks miles from its image

Like a past unremembered and stories found fitting with time

And the coffee met grey eyes still dreamt with that softness of morning

Like a shapeless green river employing the wind as a sigh

In the dawn words and emptiness claw at the eaves of my window

Like a willow they bend to me staving the urge just to fly

All around famous compliments shower the morning with sweet lace

But the moments within them are met with both honey and tar

And the face of insouciance is flighty before the bare moon-lamp

But it gazes upon me and refers my wings to the sky

Oh the palms they’re like lovers caressing the skin needing touching

And the rain it falls heavy on sycamores, seedlings and hives

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