Lattice

This is a polyphonic poem. The left and right sides are to be read simultaneously

My tiny bones crack
as I swoop and wheel, flicker
around wide pylon legs, up to rest
with my friends on the iron branch.

My vast views
of your tiny clock-world maze,
lightning exhales along black roads
in streaks of red, white

My tiny bones crack
as we huddle together, a dark dusted wind
flows inside our throats.
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My vast views
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around wide pylon legs,
as weak life
flows inside our throats.

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My tiny bones crack
as I swoop and wheel, flicker
around pylon legs, up to rest
with my friends on the iron branch

My vast views
of your tiny clock-world maze,
lightning exhales along black roads
in streaks of red, white.

With my friends on the iron branch,
as we huddle together, a dark dusted wind
flows inside our throats.
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© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.