Spritzed me with rain, this morning.
Rooftops unravel inner coating like old scabs
to wounds. Quiescent mercy of the Sun
bleared behind curtains of cumulus. There is a far
more in-depth correlation between an insurmountable
ex-facto and the fruition of affront:
something a sutured lip unwraps, a sotto voce.
Murmuring murmurings,
tousled the leaves to a zither like salad on a depthless bowl:
a coarse susurrus unattainable through lip-reading: tongue’s the
scythe and the message that rummages athwart, something
that rushes in the blood, a scrape on the sinew
as I coil in pain like a thing in womb revealing its fetal nature.
something that speaks for another one – ventriloquism
in its keenest sense, speak for me, you, both of us lost
in frenzied translation.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
Spritzed me with rain, this morning.
Rooftops unravel inner coating like old scabs
to wounds. Quiescent mercy of the Sun
bleared behind curtains of cumulus. There is a far
more in-depth correlation between an insurmountable
ex-facto and the fruition of affront:
something a sutured lip unwraps, a sotto voce.
Murmuring murmurings,
tousled the leaves to a zither like salad on a depthless bowl:
a coarse susurrus unattainable through lip-reading: tongue’s the
scythe and the message that rummages athwart, something
that rushes in the blood, a scrape on the sinew
as I coil in pain like a thing in womb revealing its fetal nature.
something that speaks for another one – ventriloquism
in its keenest sense, speak for me, you, both of us lost
in frenzied translation.
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