malarkey
the lark tinkling the keys
you cannot locate
far above the heather
in just blue skies
it rises
the question
why
in this great blue sky
do you ever fall to earth
song-less in running
to your feathered nest
in the vast lake of
the shivery shakes
on the skin of a boy
born under this blue sky
with his forever questioning
why
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