in adroit flight are these words.
drunk with the proper tremendousness of rampant trifles.
they will soar like rigid flame
as the tacit air agonizes in its
grave failure -
i am saluted by moths
weighted by the dusts of sleep,
peregrinating around
my mortal fire - wings unclipped,
they pine away from the heat
of this wonder they try
to unwind like tough scabs
to erstwhile wounds.
prescient science
nor foolish aeons cannot
shave this wreathed land baring
the enigma of its history -
the thrall of poetry's pulchritude!
the way it makes its way
like a conference of beasts
roaring innocuously,
or simply a lamppost
brought to life in the night,
imploding in itself,
a burst of primal colours!
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:58 AM UTC
in adroit flight are these words.
drunk with the proper tremendousness of rampant trifles.
they will soar like rigid flame
as the tacit air agonizes in its
grave failure -
i am saluted by moths
weighted by the dusts of sleep,
peregrinating around
my mortal fire - wings unclipped,
they pine away from the heat
of this wonder they try
to unwind like tough scabs
to erstwhile wounds.
prescient science
nor foolish aeons cannot
shave this wreathed land baring
the enigma of its history -
the thrall of poetry's pulchritude!
the way it makes its way
like a conference of beasts
roaring innocuously,
or simply a lamppost
brought to life in the night,
imploding in itself,
a burst of primal colours!
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