the wind howls
like a hound
(sans the totality
of sound, as the truck
slurs its final groan)
bespangled crown of the NLEX
festooned by pearled light
all across its furtive stretch
the heaven in my darkness
says Now as silence is drunk
in funeral hilarity. the truancy
of populace says Who as the
morning beckons with its blue entry becoming almost whole (and
ethereally exponential)
Pildira sings like a bird
and self becomes so
quietly rational;
like my heart, (the metronome,
settable configuration of
labile fortuities) gropes
a perspicuous vision and plants
it to mine chest.
Pildira flutters like an
old butterfly in this new morning and i, with the net of
my hands cold with song, will be
songless in the moon without stars, or stars without moon.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
the wind howls
like a hound
(sans the totality
of sound, as the truck
slurs its final groan)
bespangled crown of the NLEX
festooned by pearled light
all across its furtive stretch
the heaven in my darkness
says Now as silence is drunk
in funeral hilarity. the truancy
of populace says Who as the
morning beckons with its blue entry becoming almost whole (and
ethereally exponential)
Pildira sings like a bird
and self becomes so
quietly rational;
like my heart, (the metronome,
settable configuration of
labile fortuities) gropes
a perspicuous vision and plants
it to mine chest.
Pildira flutters like an
old butterfly in this new morning and i, with the net of
my hands cold with song, will be
songless in the moon without stars, or stars without moon.
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