#2004 - elven

 

2004

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27.vi.25

elven

an abduction

 

no choice but to imagine us

 

their gravity’s of another world

 

lithe, limber

they, as well, have their pet lambs

their markets

 

they are joined at the dance

 

if show themselves

they take a care

 

are made of music

 

their script like a song

and heavenward with that

 

hidden for a good cause

they are suspicious too

 

grey of touch

 

they milk the mares

and ride around a battle

 

rust to a sea

pack bags, set out

 

the elfshot lays low cattle

by elfsneak, object gone

 

dark ones and light ones

 

they can make new hair

breeze woven

 

pencil folk

revengeful

 

knock on a rock

come in if you dare

 

sometimes to know the sky is to fly

 

we, too, are of thin air