cutting down on night
to further field
the play of time
light the sun
back
on the verbal's
of my words
I noun the minutes
months
and even years
paragraph my soaking
in the verbed letters
of alphabet
the prose
of someone else's purpose
left behind
I will leave
to a better pen
than mine
the shoulders
of the proper grammars
my ankles
supporting my feet
in the swamp song
of my poem
to further field
the play of time
light the sun
back
on the verbal's
of my words
I noun the minutes
months
and even years
paragraph my soaking
in the verbed letters
of alphabet
the prose
of someone else's purpose
left behind
I will leave
to a better pen
than mine
the shoulders
of the proper grammars
my ankles
supporting my feet
in the swamp song
of my poem
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