So I didn’t work on Abigail at all this week but when I was at The Last Word (a used bookstore around the corner from my house) I came up with this poem with refrigerated magnets. Anything that I think needs to be added will have [brackets] unless it’s punctuation, that will just be added. I may revisit this, I liked the idea of how it came about and I like the outcome (hope you do too). Enjoy and I promise to give a big Abigail piece, just give me a little time :)
Make this dream whisper rain
Time[’s] story has change[d]
Fresh green memor[ies] fall up
[The] sound where moon walkest
Beautiful [and] horrible he flew
From ocean[s] they cry [out]
“Read write world!
Toy for real want, friend.
Nice would cloud[s]
Had we but to like by which we love.
Good, cold boy.”
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