O bridal eyes! the obessive mixture of
doves in Winter's desperate grasp to retain the memory of itself
and I
, remaining lively in white to pass over
slow, patient
and flashing like
a celebration film reel
Set to your favorite false orchestral
I adorn the sky, whistling to lost
phases of the moon,
meditations on a canvas of pure
noise !
May the passive cedars grant you
passage to their primal love
-without its social preliminaries
without its reliance on flesh
but rather
a peculiar divination
no amount of ****** lucidity can know
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
O bridal eyes! the obessive mixture of
doves in Winter's desperate grasp to retain the memory of itself
and I
, remaining lively in white to pass over
slow, patient
and flashing like
a celebration film reel
Set to your favorite false orchestral
I adorn the sky, whistling to lost
phases of the moon,
meditations on a canvas of pure
noise !
May the passive cedars grant you
passage to their primal love
-without its social preliminaries
without its reliance on flesh
but rather
a peculiar divination
no amount of ****** lucidity can know
