domingo, 2 de agosto de 2020

Pure dialect

Out there it is way fouler,
but as you know,
in my soul
I never sink too low,
so
in your ear it has its own law
that wasn't written,
sounds sweet
and raw
in word
in time with my heartbeat
of bird
like a kitten
held on by its claw
and even its rare dirt
is an ominous sign from the owls
of my respect,
of what is honest and correct.

25/07/2020

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