waxing, planetary
odd moonlight—
the faces are whetted to diamonds.
the paralytic shadow begins
to twitch;
benign light froths to full afternoon,
this sedentary creature in between teeth,
a clear consonant of dull air.
thereby gleaming, tapered to
a nightingale's song;
i take my place amongst the elements
of night: as if to say a new portrait in mausoleum crossed by grass and aureole
the laughter shattering its dull one—
a lurid memory, all to itself amongst
kindred of parks.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
waxing, planetary
odd moonlight—
the faces are whetted to diamonds.
the paralytic shadow begins
to twitch;
benign light froths to full afternoon,
this sedentary creature in between teeth,
a clear consonant of dull air.
thereby gleaming, tapered to
a nightingale's song;
i take my place amongst the elements
of night: as if to say a new portrait in mausoleum crossed by grass and aureole
the laughter shattering its dull one—
a lurid memory, all to itself amongst
kindred of parks.
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