Thursday, 28 November 2019

perchance

perchance

upon the lay of time lay i 
levitated on a night’s weary
nearly very nearly dreary
dreaming down in breaths
so slow upon a thought
of nought but that would hold me
here above the oblivion of
a night’s tomorrow dawning
there - you see - it can
it can it can

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