Pennies
Here
and soft
I see,
I feel
in wonder
of all that
I think I need.
The
way
is near,
please say
the stone
thrown
into the well
all evil
squanders
and dispells.
A
fear
is wet
and heavy
yet torn
where worn
through
the seam.
Yes
the tide
runs by
the ruin
left lost
in the wide
blank screen.
See
that steel
bird that
steals,
carries away
my feet,
my roots
with
no remorse
the source
of belief
and guile
that can
make one smile.
All,
all all
days turn
round,
they flip,
cascade
upside
down
and penances fall
on me.
and soft
I see,
I feel
in wonder
of all that
I think I need.
The
way
is near,
please say
the stone
thrown
into the well
all evil
squanders
and dispells.
A
fear
is wet
and heavy
yet torn
where worn
through
the seam.
Yes
the tide
runs by
the ruin
left lost
in the wide
blank screen.
See
that steel
bird that
steals,
carries away
my feet,
my roots
with
no remorse
the source
of belief
and guile
that can
make one smile.
All,
all all
days turn
round,
they flip,
cascade
upside
down
and penances fall
on me.
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