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There's smoke on the horizon beneath an open sea closing on grainy visions. In an obscured sky twin moons merge briefly, illuminating barren features beneath silver linings losing brilliance. Imagine darkness skirting collisions, spinning into its quickened cycle, spiraling radiating some misunderstood energies thought of as kindness, or kinship. Veils obscure absent eyes milky white delicately placed off center to attract attention awa y to the edges of presen(ts)ce. Fractures eke out mollified dreams better left for a different when, still spied through corner glances and brief glimpses of a time forgotten. Stare out through rolling hills, drifting between currents and canyons hiding prospects and perspectives shrinking, shifting topics to silence, hours spent on roads throughout country we'll never truly see. Hundreds of miles, with nothing in between. Let's lay beneath blankets of estranged forethought fathers speaking in lost refrains brothers and sisters spinning in circles for atten(ua)tion? attunement? spinning, bare feet striking new grounds leaving paths for those to follow, what we would have called ours if not for lost vocabulary. Between pillars of salt and smoke we continue along a path founded by ancestors, tasting our sacred fruits soured by the lives which watered them, stains now set to patters, repeated until they become tradition, crossing into teachings to which we kneel masked by some layer of proper posturing predictively programmed to provoke passe (prisms) precautions, an effect of visual innocence tarnished, no longer do we know who hides behind the pierced cowl, stilled face, lifeless and radiant, forgotten in sight. mute, we tell tall tales of monster's sacrifices, humanity a frail barrier. Vapid thoughts dissipate as leather lungs propagate vacuous words, bruised rose petals whisper an attempt at appeasement lost in the shivers of the wind, briefly caught only by chance and it's simple to pretend they never came. There's smoke on the horizon, signals rise to prominence once communication's faltered. Hollow, revert to body language, broken and distorted, the veil falls as we look upon ourselfs from breaths away. In our eyes a slotted face falls close, unrecognizable, yet our own clearly cloaked in cold sun and decorative scars, an odious inverse to delicacy. Animals trapped in the same cage finding comfort in the fury of escape attempts, pitted against on another we find solace in our embrace, teeth bared from true recognition it was never passion, only instinct.
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
Beneath the cover of smoke
There's smoke on the horizon beneath an open sea closing on grainy visions. In an obscured sky twin moons merge briefly, illuminating barren features beneath silver linings losing brilliance. Imagine darkness skirting collisions, spinning into its quickened cycle, spiraling radiating some misunderstood energies thought of as kindness, or kinship. Veils obscure absent eyes milky white delicately placed off center to attract attention awa y to the edges of presen(ts)ce. Fractures eke out mollified dreams better left for a different when, still spied through corner glances and brief glimpses of a time forgotten. Stare out through rolling hills, drifting between currents and canyons hiding prospects and perspectives shrinking, shifting topics to silence, hours spent on roads throughout country we'll never truly see. Hundreds of miles, with nothing in between. Let's lay beneath blankets of estranged forethought fathers speaking in lost refrains brothers and sisters spinning in circles for atten(ua)tion? attunement? spinning, bare feet striking new grounds leaving paths for those to follow, what we would have called ours if not for lost vocabulary. Between pillars of salt and smoke we continue along a path founded by ancestors, tasting our sacred fruits soured by the lives which watered them, stains now set to patters, repeated until they become tradition, crossing into teachings to which we kneel masked by some layer of proper posturing predictively programmed to provoke passe (prisms) precautions, an effect of visual innocence tarnished, no longer do we know who hides behind the pierced cowl, stilled face, lifeless and radiant, forgotten in sight. mute, we tell tall tales of monster's sacrifices, humanity a frail barrier. Vapid thoughts dissipate as leather lungs propagate vacuous words, bruised rose petals whisper an attempt at appeasement lost in the shivers of the wind, briefly caught only by chance and it's simple to pretend they never came. There's smoke on the horizon, signals rise to prominence once communication's faltered. Hollow, revert to body language, broken and distorted, the veil falls as we look upon ourselfs from breaths away. In our eyes a slotted face falls close, unrecognizable, yet our own clearly cloaked in cold sun and decorative scars, an odious inverse to delicacy. Animals trapped in the same cage finding comfort in the fury of escape attempts, pitted against on another we find solace in our embrace, teeth bared from true recognition it was never passion, only instinct.
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t-zanahary
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
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