It’s not a long line
It’s not a long line
The bleed of
A war with canonical
Is long lines
By a thousand cuts
& changing one’s inner music
I am a child of the plane
Flying at 12 o’clock
I love space
It is my face
I have a tundra
Between my ears
I am a deer
Sent on a ship
Across the waves
Ill suited physically
But temperament wise
I am Antipodean
& more rest
Between tones
& shifting time signatures
2024
2 score & twelve.
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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