-- dizzy from the silence
as the rain translates
the sky's pain into the core
of a leaf's inflorescence,
tucks underneath a stone's
tongue a secret, springing
from a cornucopia of questions.
if it rains more over
the tormented town,
will God show its face
in the puddle out feet trample?
will an angel collapse
as a single drop of honey
moves through the lambast
of a monsoon's arm
in the wayward atmosphere?
will its death grow wings
and carry all of us,
girdled to its chest
like how the infantile morning
is painted in the quiet
mausoleum of our pains,
and into our tender lives
waiting to be examined?
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
-- dizzy from the silence
as the rain translates
the sky's pain into the core
of a leaf's inflorescence,
tucks underneath a stone's
tongue a secret, springing
from a cornucopia of questions.
if it rains more over
the tormented town,
will God show its face
in the puddle out feet trample?
will an angel collapse
as a single drop of honey
moves through the lambast
of a monsoon's arm
in the wayward atmosphere?
will its death grow wings
and carry all of us,
girdled to its chest
like how the infantile morning
is painted in the quiet
mausoleum of our pains,
and into our tender lives
waiting to be examined?
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