Eyes Open, Then Closed - Poem by david gerardino
HIS words were rusty,
his life standing behind
old, there was artficial
chatter coming from out
side, and a dancing light
HIS hands break these locks,
his legs push and push, until
they find forward,
his eyes open, then close, then
settle in this bipoler storm.
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