the Sky in Arrows smiled
(or maybe it was Eros)
the zigzag crossing Clouds I saw --
This wasn't in the Atlas,
I wonder at the Atlas
the Lies in Books like Limes in Cups,
unnoticed as a Garnish is:
why do We supplement the Truth
and cancel out its Flavor?
We cancel out its Flavor --
so drink the Sky and eat the Clouds,
in jagged Patterns on your Tongue
(accept the Bitter as the Air)
believe in what You feel,
be More than You can see
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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