outside, the cosmos swirls on,
in here, the daisies scream
and ask the walls of who they cage
they silenced stand
one prayer was broken,
and one hushed;
one was hazy,
and one too late.
one then, never offered
in the age-slicked thread
of that shapeless rosary
sun on moon falls
with naught a sound
but a sigh.
and moon on sun still
within, a finger, a finger flays—
one nail was chipped
one’s skin too dry
one, imperfect a temptation,
and aching for ache one.
one then,
left alone with a clot
ask the walls
of their unwavering serenity
as hollow, massless bones
they stand
laced with cracks,
with clatter, with
thousands an uncounted
blemished prayer,
and skins as
paints scrapped off—
waiting, waiting;
to smother the daisies
to a quiet marrow
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 11:56 PM UTC
outside, the cosmos swirls on,
in here, the daisies scream
and ask the walls of who they cage
they silenced stand
one prayer was broken,
and one hushed;
one was hazy,
and one too late.
one then, never offered
in the age-slicked thread
of that shapeless rosary
sun on moon falls
with naught a sound
but a sigh.
and moon on sun still
within, a finger, a finger flays—
one nail was chipped
one’s skin too dry
one, imperfect a temptation,
and aching for ache one.
one then,
left alone with a clot
ask the walls
of their unwavering serenity
as hollow, massless bones
they stand
laced with cracks,
with clatter, with
thousands an uncounted
blemished prayer,
and skins as
paints scrapped off—
waiting, waiting;
to smother the daisies
to a quiet marrow
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