You might get suckered,/ find yourself groping/ lose a starred mite above you/an emblem that grabs you,/you wheel away, hoping/ to end the pleasant dreams/ in minds of others. Surefooted, the matter’s finished,/ you remedied glory /in constant movement./Dying embers of sadness,/ flickers in feathered gestures,/they ask for likely answers
One Armed Advice
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Poetry in Motion 