A sayonara would have been enough once out the door then back again too much truth in the hesitant backlit shadow when all breaks apart from its kooky moorings
she climbs so bravely from one place to another, holding firm the belief in forward motion
a spire could not say it better wacked out ideal of a bygone age
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ReplyDeleteA sayonara would have been enough
once out the door then back again
too much truth in the hesitant backlit
shadow when all breaks apart from
its kooky moorings
she climbs so bravely from one
place to another, holding firm
the belief in forward motion
a spire could not say it better
wacked out ideal of a bygone age
some flag somewhere
waving