In sheltered gaze
the swan of consciousness
becomes liberated by
the calm death of March
As a noble
mother fits into her own
neon curvature,
complacent fisheries sigh in
ashen tones with smoke mixed in the
puget air
I thirst for the horizonless
milk of the clouds
and to be gradually
rekindled
-my soul to
imitate the repose
of your features
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
In sheltered gaze
the swan of consciousness
becomes liberated by
the calm death of March
As a noble
mother fits into her own
neon curvature,
complacent fisheries sigh in
ashen tones with smoke mixed in the
puget air
I thirst for the horizonless
milk of the clouds
and to be gradually
rekindled
-my soul to
imitate the repose
of your features
