September 23, 2013


Andre Liptay

Stretching towards
An arc of communion
I slip Into the sky
A necessary departure
From toes and bones
Just one space
Empty of future
Without the stain of old words
And here I know
That enchanted ceremony
That expanded decadence
Yes, I know that spiral wisdom
At least I thought I did
Maybe It left me
"Too far apart" Sky said
Long dreams
With ends that never meet.

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