astray on streets to go

astray on streets to go
whisked like a feather into a storm
the dying of the day
finds itself in another story

little men wave and jump
from one sentence to another
there is no ruling
on the whereabouts of the I

burning like an intent Columbus
completely of the map
interpreters of the Hubble
colours the universe




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-04-12 at 22:32

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