©2022 Michael Raven
i grow my hair long my spirit tether drawn out and over silver moontouched satin and curl hands over mouths muttering mockery i do not fucking care i will fill my soul with windsongs and metaltrees singing in the sunlands wander spiritual nomad adrift waves desert sands unclinging with ribbons 'round my wrists my hands crackwhipping in wind sentinels of sound i've lost clinging unmoored, they say bats in the belfry but i see in colours over deserts of song
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