tangling in saguaro, sage and tumbleweed
I hear your song in the crescent glow
resonating in the valley deep below
a shadow of all you yearn to be
all the while your heart is bleeding
a shroud covers the mirror of you soul
not quite blanketing all of the holes
bodily, you are not even close
to all you need and want the most
drowning in paper in a windy city
from late at night till the sun has risen
toiling hard for your escape
to purge inside all there that scrapes
no getting around what remains debris
follow your heart, set it free
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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