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Dylan Halvorsen May 2016
The harbingers keep colour in lesion
All the elites convict us of treason.
Unfurled lectures deny credibility
Poised on the rot, kept their dog-like virility.
Ledge of artless puppet-fervor
A plateau effect, might as well be ******.
Dylan Halvorsen May 2016
It poured out her mouth and fell on each season
To walk with beasts in relation to reason.
She expressed all she had and it drenched dry earth
Letting the brush remember it's worth.
Not that of flower but that of field
And more emphasis on quality and less so on yield.
It reached dry sands but stopped to implore
The salt knew, and her water was more.
None left to give to and not one who would take
There was lots to go around, all of it heart without ache.
Dylan Halvorsen May 2016
Sky
Sky a scarlett rose
Sky a wolf so meek
Sky held in repose
Sky held in her own teeth
Sky the earth and all it keeps
Sky the birds and all they can't reach
A poem for a friend.
Dylan Halvorsen May 2016
I think I've seen this, I don't think it ever left
There's something missing here, all but the ability bereft.

Conclusions draw close although my hands cannot muster
A deploy of firmament, moon-bathed dust cluster.

As a means to an end are ended for means more meager
A hallway illuminated from a window far too eager.

An invitation of space and secondary displacement
The light and everything it touches is of perfect placement.
Dylan Halvorsen May 2016
A trust indemnified by chance to breathe
Gouging ankles keep knots to wreath.
Caduceus' serpents hold fast to feet and leg
A pledge was brought and signed without need or beg.
Grace permeates the steps like **** in field
Almost manifest for outstretched hands to yield.
Benevolent after thoughts bring what share they can
Self-reverent past to wrought things that dare sway hand.
Dylan Halvorsen May 2016
you're my sun you're my moon, you're the softest hour of noon.
you're the dark you're the light, you're all that's in my sight.
the grass and the trees, the hum of distant bees.
you're the air that i breathe and the weakening of my knees.
you're the sky and the stars and a wish flung afar.
you're a laugh you're a sigh you're the photons in my eye.
you're a word to an ear, you are love you are fear.
you're some cats you're some mats,
you're milk curd you're my lack of words.
Dylan Halvorsen May 2016
Long elective count to meager
As thought throughout the countless, eager.
Wanton cast and a dredge of river
Sometime past, came to crab and sliver .
Wrought the rest carried littoral to rocks
Bent on the watch to release limbs of locks.
Sought abreast a squirmish glean of hand
Slaved to field, a dry-mouthed harrow of land.
Trees come forward to shade separation
We seep, never coward, to breathe such placation.
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