The Way We Fail, The Way We Fall
To cut you off
at the pass
a bramble in every
detail
how the light
fails to show
against the chromatic bruise
that out-land
where the wild in you
shrieks
and where you've been
is written all over your face
you can't go home
but you can
walk the streets
for years
no one bothers
with names there
kindness is like a foreign country
everyone's passport seems to be missing.
Larch view and bramble curl -- Nick Andrew
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