It's Still Life

27 February 19.3

To melt like a melody
in the night, when too much
sings in my head.

To bleed night
into dawn with stars.

To rest at noon
and be worthy of love’s praise
as if you’re a running brook.

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A concise explanation of Found (Remixed) Poetry and Dadaism can be read at Found Poetry. ©️Misky 2006-2024