Finger to the SkyA Poem by Neal S
The snow fell like a windmill that night
Round and round We huddled by the gleaming graffiti fire Like crows singing cycles round a corpse Only to find our souls frozen on the line Crouching in the dark A mass inverted consciousness Fading fast beyond my finger to the sky
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