i rise early
and join
the conference of laughter
as my room is clambered
by dappled light.
silence
beats back to glass
and houses
a wild flame of dreams.
it is like
my time is up
and the portent of approaching
moments divine themselves
in the rain as i peer through
the window and see myself
aghast and burning
underneath a deathless parasol
of hands.
to see your dream slowly
tip away and jump frightened
to infinite smallness and then
slide, slouch
in the distance --
to revere in its
fading, romanticizing it
with hendecasyllabic recollections.
to be left with nothing
but a sharer in the moment:
a day's end.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
i rise early
and join
the conference of laughter
as my room is clambered
by dappled light.
silence
beats back to glass
and houses
a wild flame of dreams.
it is like
my time is up
and the portent of approaching
moments divine themselves
in the rain as i peer through
the window and see myself
aghast and burning
underneath a deathless parasol
of hands.
to see your dream slowly
tip away and jump frightened
to infinite smallness and then
slide, slouch
in the distance --
to revere in its
fading, romanticizing it
with hendecasyllabic recollections.
to be left with nothing
but a sharer in the moment:
a day's end.
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