Posted in Poetry

Slow Rush

Forcing ways, burning stays
Clever days will win some greys
Hold on tight to your hair
Clench your teeth - show no care.

Waiting now and waiting then
Calls ongoing - never end
Burning heart longs apart
Boxes grinning in the cart

Thump-thump-drumming in the head
Clam-clam-clamming our judgement
Something's wrong in the clog
Repeat jumping like a frog.

Greyish-blue mass of air
Hiding light from the fair
Never ending circulation
Rushing through this world's creation.


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