We of a common feather
Setting sights on a smile in knowing
Coming down from existential glee that summoned more hope before me
And glowing by divine fire, the slumping dusk turns brisk around
Shoveling its stoop in a pile, waiting for dark ailments
Clouding the dot of the spy, sifting softly through swollen window holes
I asked a fallen cranapple tree to condone my sweet appraisal
None had towing that would match a harping magnitude, though less seemed interested
Collecting our thoughts, I gathered what was whole and part treat
We lifted our tongues the arch the cheek speck
The cry was light; lifted hard but true
No other man was to cuss and stir intervention
I demolished a carnival to carve a plead from forgiveness
And I crave the emptiness that starks the heart
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