God's no connection to the true abode.
And man is absolute in his domestication.
My vessel holds as much as there's to hold.
And all the rest is pure imagination.
I'm seeing into things, as poets would.
Like Robert Frost, I'm wont to stop and stare.
But there's no backstare from the silent wood.
No harness bells, no promises to share.
18 апреля 2021 г.
Harness bells
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2021
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