How do they

How do they walk,
sailing with the air,
oil on watercolour,
whites of the eyes,
universes, parallelled,
besotted with a horizon,
old words in new voice
silver flight, arches, freed
overhanging branches?
They join and are reborn,
as if the world was not all pain.

Author: Workers' Archive

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