my little hummingbird
moving towards a stasis of light,
holding a simple secret, a bell's machinery!
trilling on wiry breath
or my mouth's plumule,
my chromatic bird,
unmoving as a bud translated
in reticence, plucked from
the mire of ground's vastness,
speaks only so timid of my
hand's agronomies,
glazed by a moment's fresh glare: your unending eyes that see
yet do not hear!
take my hummingbird and fly
with it! take it away from the peripatetic and plant it soft
to your mouth's jar!
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
my little hummingbird
moving towards a stasis of light,
holding a simple secret, a bell's machinery!
trilling on wiry breath
or my mouth's plumule,
my chromatic bird,
unmoving as a bud translated
in reticence, plucked from
the mire of ground's vastness,
speaks only so timid of my
hand's agronomies,
glazed by a moment's fresh glare: your unending eyes that see
yet do not hear!
take my hummingbird and fly
with it! take it away from the peripatetic and plant it soft
to your mouth's jar!
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