Inquire Poem by Donald Revell
Inquire
The god is how many
bridges and automobiles
cut off mid-sentence
in the effect of style?
Weak and eerie
with distance like all
magic, scattered,
commingled and gone,
the god persists in
the singing before
the syringes of waking.
He is the pause endlessly.
He breaks the tree,
and it waits to fall.
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: magic,waking
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