
Typewriter Series #2681 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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A naive peace
in the belief that one day
it’ll all make sense.
I think we tuck ourselves
into beds made of this,
these soft sheets of some
far off time
where everything we ached for
is wrapped up sweet and tight
in the color of understanding.
What’s this for
if not this?
There must come a passing
to the storm.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on July 30, 2019 17:31