on magic:
November 10, 2012 § 2 Comments
music has moved my soul from whence it came; room without room for me
music has sold my soul for its sovereignty; ability to move my love-
to make me move.
if I could sing anything now, it would move the mountain under me
if I could touch anyone now, I would leave impressions ‘of me’
a screen we need to write about last night, the sweep
took away the tear you languished over. white nonsense.
that’s all it is.
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Each of your poems read like a song to me. Lovely poetry!
Thank you 🙂