lightning pulses through my pitch
strike me with your presence, stitch
the gaping ridges of the aftermath.
dark, is my prism.
weak, is my shell.
loss, is my repetition.
my gaze is shallow water
as the sun begins to bend.
when nothing grows, we hunt each other.
attempting satisfaction of the flesh, we eat meat.
carnivorous campers hiking through hail, we retreat.
parting clouds,
beams,
breaking through our moisture.
the rays build our spirits to cast
shadows.
evening arrives.
flames draw our photographs
and we're captured in thought.
candid sweetness, through darkness we fought.
today is the first rain since those memories
and everything I swore I couldn't feel last
winter comes rushing, swinging limbs,
swinging branches and I'm barreled.
all boxed up in the lack of things.
swinging gently before the snap,
my body descends
as I open my wings for flight
there's no surprise in my eyes
as the past repeats itself for I am
punished by gravity every time
I surrender to survive.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:31 AM UTC
lightning pulses through my pitch
strike me with your presence, stitch
the gaping ridges of the aftermath.
dark, is my prism.
weak, is my shell.
loss, is my repetition.
my gaze is shallow water
as the sun begins to bend.
when nothing grows, we hunt each other.
attempting satisfaction of the flesh, we eat meat.
carnivorous campers hiking through hail, we retreat.
parting clouds,
beams,
breaking through our moisture.
the rays build our spirits to cast
shadows.
evening arrives.
flames draw our photographs
and we're captured in thought.
candid sweetness, through darkness we fought.
today is the first rain since those memories
and everything I swore I couldn't feel last
winter comes rushing, swinging limbs,
swinging branches and I'm barreled.
all boxed up in the lack of things.
swinging gently before the snap,
my body descends
as I open my wings for flight
there's no surprise in my eyes
as the past repeats itself for I am
punished by gravity every time
I surrender to survive.
Yosemite.
