I harken the sun -
to lower itself down on your feet
I raise my toes, ready to run
on the speed of your declared heat.
My mind functions on your veracity,
to retain the comfort of your seat, your sanctuary.
For, you- you are the God of my arena,
of my all too quick subpeona.
You call my persona,
and surround me with horror-filled flora.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
I harken the sun -
to lower itself down on your feet
I raise my toes, ready to run
on the speed of your declared heat.
My mind functions on your veracity,
to retain the comfort of your seat, your sanctuary.
For, you- you are the God of my arena,
of my all too quick subpeona.
You call my persona,
and surround me with horror-filled flora.