November 20, 2019

• ghostwings

  there are no gardens here    hidden
  behind high walls    no bricks for a new city
  only the cry of a lost gondolier

  but we can ride a blue horse to the sea
  find a new way of dancing    a new song
  to wash our feet in   we can wear a lei of stars
  and hear a voice   apart from ourselves

  crying change      come down to me
  everything has failed us but our
  flesh        and even that has tried
  but there's still a path to our true bodies

  let us find a world
  we can reach in one black streak of light
  come down my love      to where i have
  already fallen
  it isn't far     you're almost there

  where dreams are a rush of ghostwings
  a filament of moon
  pouring on the bed

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