It is dawn again in the periphery.
Slowly beings a rehearsal.
A furious want only brought
the tint of the sky down to its last trinket.
Glides over air – resigns under dissonant skies.
First angle: tiptoe. I admire your machines.
Second: a song for no one to hear but your presence
my adulation sings with.
You are a farewell for no one.
The cotillion undone under pirouette of Suns.
Music still for the mouth to bloom,
awakened at the edge of the world
that tastes nothing like metal.
Housed in reliquary assumed by the hands,
committed to duty:
contain the coryphée – body revolving, breath held to count,
how many days expire to bring
back the black of night.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
It is dawn again in the periphery.
Slowly beings a rehearsal.
A furious want only brought
the tint of the sky down to its last trinket.
Glides over air – resigns under dissonant skies.
First angle: tiptoe. I admire your machines.
Second: a song for no one to hear but your presence
my adulation sings with.
You are a farewell for no one.
The cotillion undone under pirouette of Suns.
Music still for the mouth to bloom,
awakened at the edge of the world
that tastes nothing like metal.
Housed in reliquary assumed by the hands,
committed to duty:
contain the coryphée – body revolving, breath held to count,
how many days expire to bring
back the black of night.
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