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[brynmawr1]

                gray sky, thin as a                         not a strong line end
a leastwise sun splatters a silver peso behind cloud
cloud over                      head
                    between eyes and cerulean promises
we imagine
             sentience around us
                                          but fail
when we touch ground
feet like                     death’s glue                                 love 'death's glue'
                                         a thousand glances long
                  long crossed
                                         against rotting wood, dead grass
 
simply told
restless scars itch                   to tell
                                   unending green stories
versus crow eyed what?, revolving                         I felt like you need something more here to compete the vs
                                        surrender

I love the lyric quality and use of white space.  Not sure how I feel about the intermittent use of punctuation.  I made some line break and other suggestions but you could play with them forever depending on the emphasis.
Take care,
steve