Murmurations

Potted plant,
Bedside fauna,
A wailing wall
of shadows taller than the norm.
I wish I could turn it off,
What's wrong is only wrong until it's not

Taut, cold skin,
the morning after,
at best I'm reticent
looks like we're already undressed
Hey, what's wrong?
I didn't intend to undermine,
the clouds I wrapped about your shoulders over time

Here we stand,
in hanging gardens,
Oh how it's all become, some sort of mythic illustration.
A hymnal voice ought to be lilting through,
my cranial suburb and neighbourhood.

We're just Murmurations



Credits
Writer(s): Leo Bargery
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