The wimpled scrolls recede....
The Authors of the braille sands
leave Northern marrow in their wording,
as sharp as Marram grasses bent
in keening subjugation....
Illuminated Sanskrit kelp,
infused with lust of fallen auras,
scrims the weed-green gartered breaks
now shaken from the glaucous mane,
while fleets of stippled cumuli,
( rain-chartered galleons of the West)
in line astern, prepare for war
beyond the deepened brim.
We,- the town-worn Pages- flutter,
drawn to trace the moiling hem,
to pour away into the water....
Salt-preened minions of the wind.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
The wimpled scrolls recede....
The Authors of the braille sands
leave Northern marrow in their wording,
as sharp as Marram grasses bent
in keening subjugation....
Illuminated Sanskrit kelp,
infused with lust of fallen auras,
scrims the weed-green gartered breaks
now shaken from the glaucous mane,
while fleets of stippled cumuli,
( rain-chartered galleons of the West)
in line astern, prepare for war
beyond the deepened brim.
We,- the town-worn Pages- flutter,
drawn to trace the moiling hem,
to pour away into the water....
Salt-preened minions of the wind.
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