(rrrrrr)
Once I saw you dancing in a smoke ring mirrorSummer's ghost was smiling strangely by your side
Pages burning from a celestial calendar days were spinning
Like circus carousels brightly painted revolving doors
Were opening and closing as though by hands unseen
Nothing was false or true the sky was blue over fields so green
The very thought was sold and bought in a market place of styles
Where many crooked men were walking crooked miles
I tried to speak your name but didn't know the code, my error
Once I saw you dancing in a smoke ring mirror (rrrrrrr)
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-06-05 at 01:50
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