ANY-body; able

This mental crime, being dead-live

It’ll be called, by me, being alive

A question tones clash to exist in

Let’s stall–a view

Pinned to join with out a furthering to-do

Let it be called a listing

Aspired by a vibe once transposed by desire

Oh yes, this fire–i call, red flame

“Breathe on me”, once said–

They’ve called upon the remains

; this dusting, clouding around –this judgement

Announcing this coming day

My eyes widened to disguise—this breath from Mae

“Oh what a—-day”…lets call it;

—-Mitchell, Tierra (ae)

Any-body ; able

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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