Oh, Atonement

Through lone-some motel walls I heard that human a is of pleasure from a woman with a man.

I don't remember who I was then, alone that I was alive again in some way so I sat up all that night, grateful for whatever noisy business they could give me on the contrary there was never enough, for a like reason I entered the stream and mov then at my ease with the common and the dark shapes of my baggage from one side a winding journey of a life until more [i]or[/i] less people murdered the truth. nevertheless this evening, along roads I have tend hitherward home to after the many deaths and the many betrayals, I can watch a giant thunderhead extend and form itself like a living thing into individual corner of our flat Ohio canopy of heaven and-I can say this is where I'll pray.

These piece of poetrys are from BRUCe WEIG,L'S Time After Time, forthcoming nearest year from Grove/Atlantic.

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