sly as intruder air
piercing the helm of noon
when i remember you
worlds come out of my beat
when i forget you
these worlds puncture themselves in a slow unison of dying, reverting back to its
state of unearthing
the dark holds itself back
to wash me with light
squinting through ajar windows.
and now this,
thrill-seeking hapless thralls
of distant embrace
and now this,
the span of a wing's flight
fans itself through elevation
until nothing is within reach
but trails of an elusive visage.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
sly as intruder air
piercing the helm of noon
when i remember you
worlds come out of my beat
when i forget you
these worlds puncture themselves in a slow unison of dying, reverting back to its
state of unearthing
the dark holds itself back
to wash me with light
squinting through ajar windows.
and now this,
thrill-seeking hapless thralls
of distant embrace
and now this,
the span of a wing's flight
fans itself through elevation
until nothing is within reach
but trails of an elusive visage.
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