April tool
16 March 2017
Fashion me
Model of the talk
Make me walk
Through mirrors
Cutting through realities
With tongues’ swift scissors
Maintain cool
Walk on verge of death
April tool
Of the fool
We hear of stories that drool
Over heroes lost
The victims
Players of the whims
Unlocked grids
Earth that skids
Future you reach for now dims
Hands now usher rims
Reading of the poem:
I’ll be your woman – Michelle Gurevich
Lucky for someone 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 It is one of those dreamtime paradoxes which makes you wish life were simpler and timeless on Earth
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