You Frighten Me Poem by Pierre Rausch
You Frighten Me
If twisted around for years
Kneeling in front of fallen hair
Hovering just above
Your vessel, your brown mole
You frighten me
The voice of children
Turn around, say
If ya legs are fallen
Legs and legs turn
You frighten me
If the roads
Fit a great ox
If the turnarounds of a shifting
amber
O you could not
The playgrounds beside
There was glory to hear
You always wear: you frighten me
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