Cross Purpose Poem by William Deutscher

Cross Purpose

The sleep of lost words from a rolling dream,
Waiting for the tunnel with averted eyes.
The steep of high hills on the outskirts of town,
Kissing down the night in a slap of wasted time.
The sweep of wide longing down to broken rage,
Mixing up the meaning in a fumble of ways.

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