Like usual
the vaulted blue skys
scream escape,
sending down their
cloud-shaped wings
to lift my mind
straight on up
through
their vaulted sweet eternity.
derailed freight train aka overturned big rig aka damian c. cohn's blog-like thing
Monday, November 2, 1998
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