where they go

thoughts are things

with mighty wings

things are thoughts

sing wedding rings

it’s where they go

and where they flow

they’d slumbered long

at where they end

and all shall reap

around the bend

below our feet

those buried men

we all wake up

when it’s done

and what we keep

below God’s sun

an image

forms

within

our

head

those most hidden words

at last, he’d read.

 

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