Night shrouds are the thickest at 2:30
Impregnable
Descending like carefully thought-out bouts of madness.
I guess it’s a sin
To be so oblivious to your wonders
And so sensitive to your flaws,
Dying and undying endlessly, each day.
I laugh
At the untranslatable dilemma
Of making you realise what weapons you wield.
Achilles would battle Troy 9 times over
To be like you;
just like you
I turn away
to string together your carelessly strewn spoils,
Your unknown treasures,
Your mounting directionlessness,
Which robs me of my sleep.
Thou art invincible
Like poor poets on a humid July afternoon
Who slave at jobs they never wanted
and weep over once-used antique typewriters.
And rise with a jolt in the midst of chaos
Creating such artistic havoc
That it smears you with colours you can never wash off.
You’re a felt-tip marker etched beneath dusty windows
To form endless odes of beauty, forever lost,
Drowned in oblivion.
Bereft of duplicity
But like a timeless obelisk,
they will all stare at you many lightyears after;
starstruck.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
Night shrouds are the thickest at 2:30
Impregnable
Descending like carefully thought-out bouts of madness.
I guess it’s a sin
To be so oblivious to your wonders
And so sensitive to your flaws,
Dying and undying endlessly, each day.
I laugh
At the untranslatable dilemma
Of making you realise what weapons you wield.
Achilles would battle Troy 9 times over
To be like you;
just like you
I turn away
to string together your carelessly strewn spoils,
Your unknown treasures,
Your mounting directionlessness,
Which robs me of my sleep.
Thou art invincible
Like poor poets on a humid July afternoon
Who slave at jobs they never wanted
and weep over once-used antique typewriters.
And rise with a jolt in the midst of chaos
Creating such artistic havoc
That it smears you with colours you can never wash off.
You’re a felt-tip marker etched beneath dusty windows
To form endless odes of beauty, forever lost,
Drowned in oblivion.
Bereft of duplicity
But like a timeless obelisk,
they will all stare at you many lightyears after;
starstruck.
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