everyone else sleeps while this weather
takes a peculiar turn,
decides to chronicle with a mild kiss
of drizzle on the loam.
you did not know the name for
the mortal perfume of the Earth in the heat
of contrary figures but knew the nascent lunacy
of things and the dangers of their pursuit.
the gripping contravention holding things together,
a piece of the sun against the urban sky
and your apparition splayed as cold silhouette,
forced libation of Earth to soothe its machine,
sharp impressions accurate with details,
disseminate through the static conveyor of messages
the intact hieroglyph of your movement
in this odd weather.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
everyone else sleeps while this weather
takes a peculiar turn,
decides to chronicle with a mild kiss
of drizzle on the loam.
you did not know the name for
the mortal perfume of the Earth in the heat
of contrary figures but knew the nascent lunacy
of things and the dangers of their pursuit.
the gripping contravention holding things together,
a piece of the sun against the urban sky
and your apparition splayed as cold silhouette,
forced libation of Earth to soothe its machine,
sharp impressions accurate with details,
disseminate through the static conveyor of messages
the intact hieroglyph of your movement
in this odd weather.
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