The Sky is like Whoa
The Sea is So Low
But Not The Sky
The Sky Is High
Elliott Harper
The Sky is like Whoa
The Sea is So Low
But Not The Sky
The Sky Is High
1. Is it winter again, is it cold again, didn’t Frank just slip on the ice, didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring seeds planted didn’t the night end, didn’t the melting ice flood the narrow gutters wasn’t my body rescued, wasn’t it safe didn’t the scar form, invisible above the injury terror and cold, didn’t … Continued
weiterlesenIt neither was the words nor yet the tune. Any tune would have done and any words. Any listener or no listener at all. As nightingales in rocks or a child crooning in its own world of strange awakening, or larks for no reason but themselves So on the bus through late November running, by … Continued
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