floating to the feathers

Here's a poem:

by CA Craig

floating to the feathers

caught in a morning daylight

im the fog in the waves

breathing in the crooked houses

i am the rust in the strands

used for the seams of your mapping stitches

i cant wake up to your long long ago

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