weird stumbling

weird.
so dark decision
in light.
in my religion
of your permission,
between two legs
around chair.
without air
could you believe?
or would you lie?
sunset may die.
i stumbling, drunk
or sober.
bothered
on way to you,
on trees of blue.
i’m great in dropping off
like weeping swallow
as "Nevermind",
as dull and blind
but only mine.


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