if the sky were torn
-which it is-
the stitch
inside your oblique
would take the glow of
sun beclouded
and
make it
its own
a cut carved into woundnomore
numb
is
not a thing
itself
it
waxes wanes waves
of photon streeeeaaam
crepuscular crawl of careened being
pilfering
life force
vamp ***** siphon of tor
it is yours
to have
all of
it
awaits your gait
sidelong face lips pursed poised
antidote to troll
you are light
on your
feet
because you are
i think
light of soul streaked
and
smeared across the Verse
you hold space
and black holes inside
one small dixie cone cup pinky out
you are
writer
written down
this glyph is
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
if the sky were torn
-which it is-
the stitch
inside your oblique
would take the glow of
sun beclouded
and
make it
its own
a cut carved into woundnomore
numb
is
not a thing
itself
it
waxes wanes waves
of photon streeeeaaam
crepuscular crawl of careened being
pilfering
life force
vamp ***** siphon of tor
it is yours
to have
all of
it
awaits your gait
sidelong face lips pursed poised
antidote to troll
you are light
on your
feet
because you are
i think
light of soul streaked
and
smeared across the Verse
you hold space
and black holes inside
one small dixie cone cup pinky out
you are
writer
written down
this glyph is
