ROMAN SKY
Do you remember that walk?
That walk you called separation?
That walk you called independence?
That walk you called “being stronger”?
Did you really believe any of it?
Did you declare how you were
free and how
you had no machine to
control your day?
Did you try to prove
a point
while weeping into
your hands
in the desert?
And did you find someone to
make the sky like
Rome for you?
Wednesday, December 4, 2024
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