Scoring The Music Gold Inside My Head Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Scoring The Music Gold Inside My Head
scoring the music gold inside my head
we will get by on berries and small clouds
my shadow said
the subset dream within the larger dream, the Set
where all graces thrive, the last green tips of leaves
there where the wild onions grow
believe in the diaries of rose and stone
and etch there with whatever is at hand
the forgotten languages of Eden
mary angela douglas 21 september 2023
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