from the green bench
a pair of glass eyes
looks for phantoms
coming from park gates his eyes clutch visions
perhaps he is thinking
of all of them gone far,
his mates from womb nephew tells his elbow
raise your feet will you
there is a road bump
an elevation for raising
foot to unknown space he walks living in sleep
a television of god's story
a sleep between stories
of god-king deserting wife there is darkness coming
from east, he tells nephew
let us reach before dusk.
a pair of glass eyes
looks for phantoms
coming from park gates his eyes clutch visions
perhaps he is thinking
of all of them gone far,
his mates from womb nephew tells his elbow
raise your feet will you
there is a road bump
an elevation for raising
foot to unknown space he walks living in sleep
a television of god's story
a sleep between stories
of god-king deserting wife there is darkness coming
from east, he tells nephew
let us reach before dusk.
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