nights not meant for solitude
under such seething skies - vigiliant
and reaching within the bowels of every appartment complex
how can i blame anyone
for responding
and forgetting
under such skies.
my northern lands are so much more prone
to memories as sharp as bone
and letters lovingly defeating mold.
farflung pioneers are so late to hear news
to shift the heart
as cloud
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