Birds can’t fly under plaster skies,
Alabaster.
And no wallpaper horizon
Will last for
Ever.
My weary eyes search inside
Painted flecks,
Yellow.
And sallow hours
Swallow time in my
Heavy tether.
Horses can’t gallop on smooth tiles,
Alabaster.
And no singing lark can stay tied
On the ground for
Ever.
Then plead with me,
Let promise be,
To sever:
The corded string, thick
Around my feet.
Loosen, please, this Gordian Knot,
And say to me to never
Let it bind for all time,
And stick to me
Forever.
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