#857 - in my moments out of time

 

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in my moments out of time

 

and tune etruscan

just one grief away

feed chocolate to the fire

it’s best

 

each colour tempered

tethered with light

 

I work an arc of thought so

 

discovering a secret, telling

 

sadness of time

starless, over

an old pattern of words

 

here we are

over the barrel

the moon

hills and far away

 

you know that it will all fall down

even the bones will burn