The Road

James Long
Jan 8
1 min read

I grew up under a sky that stretched

Horizon to horizon

where the land spoke, in

Lengthy syntax and

broad spaces

Somehow since I have wandered

into stories told in

loud staccato verse. Pressed and

punctuated prose

to waking see

all stars felled and

earthly bound

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