"missed miles"
I MISS YOUR SMILES BY MILES.
FORKS, KNIVES, AND SPOONS COME OUT OF THE GROUND.
LIKE THE RUINS OF ANCIENT TOMBS.
IN YOUR HOUSES ROOMS.
MY MOTHER AND AUNTS' SHRUNKEN WOMBS.
SO COME TO MY HOUSE BY SUNLIT'S NIGHT.
UNTIL THE START OF AN ECLIPSE'S DARK AFTERNOONS.
LIGHT BY THE BEGINNING OF NIGHT.
THE WORLD IS A SIGHT.
THAT HAS MANY MIND'S MIGHT.
WHERE IS THE FIGHT IN A UNIVERSAL FRIGHT?
KNOT THE KNOTS REALLY TIGHT.
I KNOW AND FEEL YOUR PLIGHT.
ON THIS WHITE, COLORLESS, NIGHT.
TO ANDY FROM JON B. - 11.29.15
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