bathing
chandel eirs
exhausted by
nomads retreating within
the
paracosm of a Mountaintop
snow in your voice
a bell being sounded
bell(((((
)))))
receptive to the running water
a sauna made of afterflower
you have heard the gospel of lazy shoepolish/obsidian palms
and worried over
beaches that are really just an exte
nsion of the whole
jealous Pacific
flaura shyly stripped of glory
whisp ering
like a convent
about the mist applause
the python noise of
hot springs
where its inhabitants were born/why they release a certain
desperate O
to the mountaintop sleeping with spirited confidence
this palace of stone which relies
on no approval
not even the sky, or the early tangerine
dawn
not silence
or previous wars, these travellers seek to cocoon & spring forth as a
colossus
that no longer has the capibility for tears
where home becomes world
as rock communions with Yggdrasil
and the leviathan of time will
collapse
unceremoniously before the first leaf
of the newly formed valley has
ever heard
Autumn's seductions
ah, the golden migrant wreathed in
the liquid base of their worship
may oneday achieve
an
absolute renouncement of the soul
for a bluebird to be born
amid the
overgrowth
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
bathing
chandel eirs
exhausted by
nomads retreating within
the
paracosm of a Mountaintop
snow in your voice
a bell being sounded
bell(((((
)))))
receptive to the running water
a sauna made of afterflower
you have heard the gospel of lazy shoepolish/obsidian palms
and worried over
beaches that are really just an exte
nsion of the whole
jealous Pacific
flaura shyly stripped of glory
whisp ering
like a convent
about the mist applause
the python noise of
hot springs
where its inhabitants were born/why they release a certain
desperate O
to the mountaintop sleeping with spirited confidence
this palace of stone which relies
on no approval
not even the sky, or the early tangerine
dawn
not silence
or previous wars, these travellers seek to cocoon & spring forth as a
colossus
that no longer has the capibility for tears
where home becomes world
as rock communions with Yggdrasil
and the leviathan of time will
collapse
unceremoniously before the first leaf
of the newly formed valley has
ever heard
Autumn's seductions
ah, the golden migrant wreathed in
the liquid base of their worship
may oneday achieve
an
absolute renouncement of the soul
for a bluebird to be born
amid the
overgrowth
