Dappled Cities Fly
Within Hours
time is on our side,
sleep is slow,
and underfoot is only the world
that chimes cued by man-time,
but we have a soul,
so we don't need a face
we just need a home;
no eyes to see the smile above the chin,
and no nose to smell the breath within,
and no ears beneath the receding hairline. climb with all your ropes tied in a bow
and curdled down to the white bone,
which fray and whip till they sing,
and slip in the line
we don't need a face,
we just need a home.
From Paroles Mania