Long Time Ago Minds

at the sifts in growing spilt
a gliding claw and of it’s apse
next to the parking lot’s fine lines
layed along, an entire meeting, built around
the deepest cut of cloths we wear to bed
oppressed and stuffed inside, connection still
to a long, far off moon, the widths and heights of all our years
within the time of which, we find ourselves
placed next to some pretty excellent reads
in a gentle grasp of gone and defective bone
said there, from our minds’ living rooms
it accompanies us through work and la-la lands
the final dance to grace the tide of all tear
beneath the breath, inbetween two warm glows of alike
where steady chests beat to a winding down
of a lone sparkling hold, dropped young
a step worth all it’s expense
untitled from birth, the very run and people of you
into another standing of secretary and dust
visited often from the footsteps of an eighteen-stair fixture
willing to assist to the bends of rubber pencils
washed in the dirts of sticking to sides
with the wonders off when
and the likes of concord grapes
settling, a falling pathway of where we’re on and into
a good beak’s rest, rocks performing language in the shifting of shades

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