Noise Poem by Eaton Bard

Noise



I ‘ll keep running
‘til life leaves my breast.
The catcher of the sky
needs no rest
I wanna rescue the fallin day
From the mountains and time.

I want to hold it still;
That crippled bird Forever
I’m a fugitive, Like truth
Escaping a nest of words.

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Eaton Bard

Eaton Bard

On Dirt outside of Eden
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