Marleigh - Poem by Carl A.I.
She sat one million miles
but I still knew her.
I comprehend those pale, peach legs;
crossed, then recrossed,
then folded neatly underneath her.
The cigar is smoked
she spits onto the pavement;
view reflections of the galaxy
with binary stars
revolving around her ring finger,
and the rings of saturn disappeared
If your back is turned on 4th South,
have you turned your back on humanity?
I whisper into an ear lined
with light exhibitions.
The only thing I can remember
is that I can't remember anything
I can't even be remembered,
let alone, a first rate, first impression.
The best impression ever made
upon this earth
was that which was made by God;
you know the one.
Every day it's viewed by evil eyes,
I remember. My skin doesn't secrete
one morsel of its being. I'm being set free;
set free in this whole wide wicked world we
dwell in. Walking briskly.
Get to know myself.
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