when the quiet is the whisper
gingerly wring the neck of ravens, to sleep deeper.
split the infinity.
give heartache a farthing of your coin, realm-less
spinning in the dithers of your lingering agenda
helpless.
loom oodles of shear joy, dis-attached from farms of promise
a reckless keening in the dreary gloom
of a perfect day.
and caramel apple car-bombs for Halloween.
Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 11:39 PM UTC
when the quiet is the whisper
gingerly wring the neck of ravens, to sleep deeper.
split the infinity.
give heartache a farthing of your coin, realm-less
spinning in the dithers of your lingering agenda
helpless.
loom oodles of shear joy, dis-attached from farms of promise
a reckless keening in the dreary gloom
of a perfect day.
and caramel apple car-bombs for Halloween.
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