Would you laugh with me
Would your laugh be against me
Could you laugh
As the midnight red light turns me to a tremble
As the spirits of the night in the shadows reassemble
Should I care
That the words are no more
Than a broken lovers token
In the glare of the bare night
Poetry is written, unspoken
The fare that I paid
Is returned to the sender
Left there unopened
The ridge of peace
Is only for the riders
Who go by, so still
So quietly awoken
Would your body settle with me
Would your body wrestle against me
Could your body thrash
As the indignant right rails me to ruefully disassemble
As the spirit of flight calculates & separately does tremble
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