World Heaves

I look to the North in the end of light
Late November scrutinized
I've been in the dusk, a hidden life
Watching ways where years go by

Getting old and blurry
What is pursuing,
What's planning and what's die
Standing in the soft the wind blows
The water crawling, the wind blows

In the sound of the era she now of a vas through rose and uncertainty
Seeing in the dark remembered...
in the world the thing grows and collapses...
Phone after a phone, the morning light
The world of water heaves inside us.



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Whitman Elvrum
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