WE’LL NEVER LIVE ON THE MESA

Another dead Wednesday
Homogenizes the sky
We’re always broadcasting
Inner rain
Nailing the imaginary
To a broken rock
A cloud
Passing in front of another cloud
Creates setting
An arc
I was thinking about the angels
A sacral tattoo
A scar down the sternum
A classical face
The scholarly
Clairet September light
Lifting the night
To name a star
Someone to paint
The copy of a star
I needed a method
So I woke up
Clutching the feathered
Back of an angel
Riding into deep morning
Night is just deeper morning

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from conventional peace–published by illicit zines (b l u s h lit)

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By Jennifer Valdies 👍