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By John Tustin


You are hidden now beneath the shadows of the trees
You are alive in my dreams as I walk on shattered knees
You walk the clouds above me, masked in opaque veils
You dig the ground below me among the ghastly wails

Your eyes are upon me when I have no choice to close my eyes
Your body is beside me when my drunken memory lies
You do not change, I do not move as the decades pass
You and I sit empty at the bottom of each glass

Article © John Tustin. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-09-06
Image(s) are public domain.
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