It Came From Outer Space…

I went on one of those magnetic poetry sites and this was inspired by some of the phrasing that was coming out. Written some time last year.

I met my tumbling dream thief
below this night float
worrying with my day cloud;
your river so gentle
each ocean jumps from hated tears.

I swept the rumbling tear thief
under the purple moonside
Truffling, scuffling, ruffling
the wire so torrid

The help beneath the saving grace.

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