rivers

by the way

by the way

sensed it flying outward
piercing the night sky
like a shrill cricket
gracefully unmoved

it hurt the circumference
spun it all around
primal cause of grace
woven with dreamy sunlight

hurt the bat cave
and feathery leaves fell
feel nothing tickle toes
its just a soaring sour note

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