Ode to Stephen Berg #2

created with three Stephen Berg poems. Using a system to retrieve words then punctuating as seemed appropriate. [see ode #1]


A LINK TO THE TEXT

from the inside of the follow on piece to the previous post

My unexpected alone only suffers being I.

I’m keep writing and...

Feels, saw, looked, could rock face stare back;

its it open the a sky;

the children sat seeing there from worldless the cries here,

not red fire in voices: a the from inside everywhere.

Clock the in numbers, my been world if me part the these distant visible don’t spent simple.

Loss, mostly astonishing, says matter heart.

A I my these betrayed nothing now the see vacant light years.


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