They made you wait by a unlocked cages
Counting For one hundred days and nights
only to find you were a make weight
short Of being a paper weight by the lake
in this abbacus imagination game
Of a moonlight night.
Eight Wavelength movements
the obstacles of protracted cerebrums
progressions of a unsighted curve
hillside of varying degrees island separation dreams
dialling in eight degrees preparing line of sight
As grass flys from finger to breeze.
along hour glass shore
Doesn’t ohm well for a time traveller
In a future you cannot choose or see
When you carved your initials on a tree
A scar too a valley girl you used to meet
by the trampled clarinet reeds.
to whom you raise a Drink the bark now removed
And sown amongst Sunflowers in silverfish fields.
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