Jul 2013
Obscurity in The City
Roots in The Desolate
Taken in by Wind
Lone tone in Paradise
Black shades in Red
Holding the drum's Roar
Crooked grains in Glass
Shot down stars Glow
Rug by the Roadside
Crimson tide in Blue
Ghost windows without Paine
Tireless metal boxes perched
Torpid tornadoes remain still
Structure floating motionless; inert
Drifting, they lay, dead in one Place.
Roots in The Desolate
Taken in by Wind
Lone tone in Paradise
Black shades in Red
Holding the drum's Roar
Crooked grains in Glass
Shot down stars Glow
Rug by the Roadside
Crimson tide in Blue
Ghost windows without Paine
Tireless metal boxes perched
Torpid tornadoes remain still
Structure floating motionless; inert
Drifting, they lay, dead in one Place.
Things that d r I f t cannot lean on another one's spine. As each line d r I f t s, no letter clings to the border. And FIXED they will always remain.
(in my head)
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