I do adore
Azure more
Than crowded skies
Of swollen eyes
And though I love
The clouds above
The endless sea
Calls down to me,
For in this land,
Of endless man,
The lack of space
Is commonplace
And room to lay
Beneath airways
Is hard to find,
And sore to mind;
So blow the horn
Until foresworn
And clear the field
Of mist revealed,
For in those heights
Can urbanites
At last find peace
And sphere to breath.
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I feel caught btwn the infinite blue sky above & our beginnings, the womb of water caressed by the fallen winds below the blue rule of air. "Than crowded skies Of swollen eyes" - yes, too many jowls trembling with voices. You need an acoustic guitar & a full moon on a distant hill crawling with vegetation - every now & then. God knows that I do
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