Far away

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In some far away and long ago
my hands were sand and mist

and chimneys breathing bone white smoke

curled around my seablue wrist

and my eyes were cracks in the road

my feet leapt over and missed

tied together with rigging rope

they’ve learnt to coexist.

As of now they have the knowhow

to do up laces and things

and my knees of leaning towers

figured out straightening

but long ago had a sequinned glow

and far away was king!