A_TOWNPOET
I find myself to be of a higher level — I ride the waves of the sky — I'm guided by an unpredictable wind — I am A Town Poet —
In A Live Line From Infinity—
Here life goes
Strange to its Self
Covered in the Yellow
Scorch of Sun
Beating on the Door
Of Tomorrow
Saying prayers to
The Raisins
Ideas going down
With color
The raised neck of
A Cobra
Circus Clowns
By The Dozens
Begin to circle their
Breath
I am the SunBeam
Of Yesterday
They are Told in
HandCuffs
Warriors
of the Painted Mirror
Climbers
of the
Incredible Wall
Forgotten Fog of
The Road
In a live line from
Infinity
Still - from the Pain
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