skin covered in shadows
a dead winter leaf bouncing against a flourishing summer tree
catching the handle of a spider string
holding onto the living as if
it can escape its crumbling burial
only can a field of soft, mumbling earth
call sleep more swiftly than a mattress
within the green and blue sphere are textured tints that release
wifts of genuine air spilling into half-filled industrial lungs
can art be felt when eyes don't open?
as closed eyelids fall humble to the glowing yellow light
answered silently with a curl of the lips
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
skin covered in shadows
a dead winter leaf bouncing against a flourishing summer tree
catching the handle of a spider string
holding onto the living as if
it can escape its crumbling burial
only can a field of soft, mumbling earth
call sleep more swiftly than a mattress
within the green and blue sphere are textured tints that release
wifts of genuine air spilling into half-filled industrial lungs
can art be felt when eyes don't open?
as closed eyelids fall humble to the glowing yellow light
answered silently with a curl of the lips
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