I've contained my
Soul-in-a-cardboard
Jar--
Watching its eternal weep
Until irises blind-themselves
Because barely shoulder length
Hours have passed.
We wield grayling hair
Though wingspan arms
Now pad this jar with
Silence and broken voices
Each-day--
Sleeping magic
Find no notes
With nobody-
As of being as beings and beings
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
I've contained my
Soul-in-a-cardboard
Jar--
Watching its eternal weep
Until irises blind-themselves
Because barely shoulder length
Hours have passed.
We wield grayling hair
Though wingspan arms
Now pad this jar with
Silence and broken voices
Each-day--
Sleeping magic
Find no notes
With nobody-
As of being as beings and beings
