Endless llA Poem by PerditionI live in the threads of a web soaked country counting tentacle roads the crows and old ghosts circling my rusty antenna like the wailing songs beneath museum airplanes stapled to their scaffold of sky A broken sign guides me towards the northern star where I am waiting for a clover field of friends The bones from our seeds can be traced down to the hollow where the nights lay there trembling and we are far too from repair too late to dance too late in a too soon to leave before our song I dreamt that it all came round again that it churned into a casual wink and we were slivers of saturations we stabbed at the cold arctic air that renders the tiny campfire This all in a slow evolution this all that sends me into deeper country this all that calls out in name I follow my burdens are the limbs stiff in lifeless winter drowned in sleepless love That backseat of an old blue cutlass where I am staring down an old endless road of Texas © 2023 PerditionReviews
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