our old appendages are our contemplation of our peripheries.
these minor playthings we do not touch
anymore. rusting alphabets moored
to the toppling refrigerator door. we have always been the curious kind;
before the sun sets, stills itself in unperturbed solace, we the lonely hunters of ourselves sift the word
and the ordeal: the last aureole perishes
and here flowers the nightly pulchritude.
our age are servitudes circling around
with elliptical utterances. we have no crutch but our brittle bones slowly chiming in the music of something we
avoid: only too well a mercy we cannot
bequeath nor receive.
so breakable and false, this what we
do, these that occur permitting desires
to speak blandly of themselves.
the hazards of the existing numerals
and their foreboding syntaxes:
how we burn bright and fade out,
all of this briefly shattering
after a colossal fall – its trenchant elegy
repudiates with contrapuntal music.
eyes, the contraband of visions and
stifled breaths reared in capitulations
like tailgating a beast on the tractable road
to snare it to its death, yet untold.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
our old appendages are our contemplation of our peripheries.
these minor playthings we do not touch
anymore. rusting alphabets moored
to the toppling refrigerator door. we have always been the curious kind;
before the sun sets, stills itself in unperturbed solace, we the lonely hunters of ourselves sift the word
and the ordeal: the last aureole perishes
and here flowers the nightly pulchritude.
our age are servitudes circling around
with elliptical utterances. we have no crutch but our brittle bones slowly chiming in the music of something we
avoid: only too well a mercy we cannot
bequeath nor receive.
so breakable and false, this what we
do, these that occur permitting desires
to speak blandly of themselves.
the hazards of the existing numerals
and their foreboding syntaxes:
how we burn bright and fade out,
all of this briefly shattering
after a colossal fall – its trenchant elegy
repudiates with contrapuntal music.
eyes, the contraband of visions and
stifled breaths reared in capitulations
like tailgating a beast on the tractable road
to snare it to its death, yet untold.
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