#1361 - between sense

 

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between sense

from an edge-phobe

 

things are close

and may fall off

 

I make a street of gossip

a village from the wind

 

it’s nothing here by more than hand

to say I undergo

 

it’s empire and edge

I have to ghetto end it

 

people are always falling off

 

this is just one of a few ideas

tumbled out

night’s loss say

 

a lemming cadence

leaf twirl

 

between sense

I fell to guess

and knew

 

not the old machine edge smooth

nor our approximation

 

while we weren’t looking – the rain

 

the mulberries come on

 

the ra ra sun

 

the blood

and it runs riot round

 

then where do you think

your heart’s from