A Few More Short Poems

Dreams float in the sea

Distant lands and trees of green

are ever pondered


Are we clay to be found and played,

Sins of metal hold fast in the storm;

The stone in your way is one you've made.


The birds sing bright words

Their death reaches the far depths

Death is life, life is death


The roads in the tree

lead nowhere, and everywhere

Seek them out, and see


Coal and oilsmoke,

Gods and idiots fulfill dreams

The stars speak; nothing

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