jet of bitumen,
a relaxed snaking coils
in the seeking hand.
tiny galaxies
b u r s t
and trinket words
shatter
all across the torched-glass plain----
frigid smouldering.
honest candescence--insulation,
clarity where the freshly birthed meet senex
and ashen widows dissipate
into thin air
I find Havisham in the glow.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
jet of bitumen,
a relaxed snaking coils
in the seeking hand.
tiny galaxies
b u r s t
and trinket words
shatter
all across the torched-glass plain----
frigid smouldering.
honest candescence--insulation,
clarity where the freshly birthed meet senex
and ashen widows dissipate
into thin air
I find Havisham in the glow.