The elder
You get,
The more broken
Is the word -
Unspoken code,
His token,
These boots
Are made for what?
The mocking-
bird
Of the concrete prairies,
The fairies
Of the untold,
Hold
The line,
Please withhold
the life,
Till you are
Knocking,
Till you are bold
Enough
For locking
All the doors of inside,
Your in-sight
Where he’s only smoking
The light.
the elder
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