Journey beneath the sphere of
the universe,
Walking solitude of the just
at the magnitude of the sun
for the rain of comfort.
Tag: Poem
Luftmenschen #2, Poetry by LJ Kessels
An empty forest, filled with spurs, steam coming from a gully and a
burning barge on the bayou. Cocaine lines on a cigar-tugging chest;
dirty feet on the plastic covered couch.
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