Dissenting since 19XX
Since when?
19XX
But cushioned since then?
Comfortable jotting lines
In the papers, doodling shapes,
And lost trails over the torn maps.
Cushioned to believe,
In the craft of willing.
And this night arrived,
Draped in her sleeveless heart,
Draining the soul out this cushioned being,
Her guileless gaze
May have stalled the sunrise.
But it was for the sake his refrain,
So she sang:
“Like mystics unraveling social theory,
Diggers hiding their penury
Between their fingers stuck
In the mud of a facile earth
Willing to recast,
This cushioned frame,
With pebbles and flowers,
Baking it slowly on a low flame."
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