Passed, tense
Under the glass, we shone;
the windows, daring each of us to shatter, was my
feeling.
But there we idled, I sat up adjusting my lap--
unmistakably you inched back.
What air, bag, hallowed, spinning!
We give gas and speed off collectively, until the light
Source leaps into the dying sun or mutates into red.
Your mouth, inaudible above the unstifflable drone
of the exodus from the city-- the people rushing out, away
from what sustains them.
The light, falls into position, bekonning, you coward.
Passed, tense
Under the glass, we shone;
and you were the heaving globus--
nothing, but a tertiary object
clumsily laden with meaning by
the tides and orbiting bodies in
the cooling sunlight.
With your archaic gleaming
Who would have guessed
that I would follow you to
Saturnalia?
Why Cleave, me, useless, tire!
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 11:15 PM UTC
Passed, tense
Under the glass, we shone;
the windows, daring each of us to shatter, was my
feeling.
But there we idled, I sat up adjusting my lap--
unmistakably you inched back.
What air, bag, hallowed, spinning!
We give gas and speed off collectively, until the light
Source leaps into the dying sun or mutates into red.
Your mouth, inaudible above the unstifflable drone
of the exodus from the city-- the people rushing out, away
from what sustains them.
The light, falls into position, bekonning, you coward.
Passed, tense
Under the glass, we shone;
and you were the heaving globus--
nothing, but a tertiary object
clumsily laden with meaning by
the tides and orbiting bodies in
the cooling sunlight.
With your archaic gleaming
Who would have guessed
that I would follow you to
Saturnalia?
Why Cleave, me, useless, tire!
MMXI
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