a poem by Dale Costello, Australia - poetry writer, author, poet

the beautiful weight
that finally sinks us
scars that settle like the sun
sound within distant sound
words repeating with the noise
glimpsing gentle waves of universe
precious suns in well thought galaxy
sometime you curse the gift
until you understand
it’s given.. to the same pain

sometimes your head explodes
And you have clean up a room.. city
the guys in the factory next door
going hammer and tong
trying to drown out the
dark side of the moon
eventually playing in tune
I hear it all and keep listening
birds wait on the fence
for bits of chicken or some grain.

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