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Giraffes & Geraniums pt. II: Peel
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Extended Poetry Everything is distant
As the unscathed skies
Oh, so far away
From way up high
People look like ants
Upon a rotting apple
Left alone
Slowly he is spent
Everything is shrunk
Like laundry in the belly of
The washing machine
Swallowing
The dirt of the day
Everything is distant
A cake to be baked
A slipper to be worn
A river to be swam
And the seeds are sent to bed
Tucked in tight
The growing boys
Soon men
As the unscathed skies do stare
So I stare at them
A deepened night
Like a growing cavity
Black
All the way down
A deepened night
Vague as the keen blade of distance
To paint a new horizon line
Across my staring face
A slipper to be worn
A cake to be baked
An apple-wish
Slowly spent
