Raspings of the street’s lament.
Secretive,
commonplace,
hauntings.
Veiling the paths of floral regimes;
Assaulting itself upon a concrete temple.
Brief wisps of permanence
Floating past perception.
Coming to rest on ****** blossoms collected.
At the bottom of meadow-less time.
Naturalist bindings no longer
Only within hollow ties of
the wide- eyed, weaponized child.
Tearless wails for mystical voices.
Refracting
Piourettes of venus,
Dancing, upon a water- colour creator.
Gazing at home from the top of a sunbeam,
Failing to find mercy in a melting world.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
Raspings of the street’s lament.
Secretive,
commonplace,
hauntings.
Veiling the paths of floral regimes;
Assaulting itself upon a concrete temple.
Brief wisps of permanence
Floating past perception.
Coming to rest on ****** blossoms collected.
At the bottom of meadow-less time.
Naturalist bindings no longer
Only within hollow ties of
the wide- eyed, weaponized child.
Tearless wails for mystical voices.
Refracting
Piourettes of venus,
Dancing, upon a water- colour creator.
Gazing at home from the top of a sunbeam,
Failing to find mercy in a melting world.
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