To be is breath
is depth wind cilia dance
The wet concrete street that shows
where the storm once danced last
Technicolor oil slick streak
breaks black asphalt monotony
Like the swirl of the milk and sugar
in the otherwise black coffee
*** *** ***
I'm reminded that rest, the real kind
is both solitary and shared
And when you can't sleep, we can't sleep
a shared insomnia from a shared dream
memories of cobalt ennui
plague the spaces between twenty fingers
twenty toes
with gold dipped intentions and egg-shelled breath
the plague of fallen petals of effervescent rose
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
To be is breath
is depth wind cilia dance
The wet concrete street that shows
where the storm once danced last
Technicolor oil slick streak
breaks black asphalt monotony
Like the swirl of the milk and sugar
in the otherwise black coffee
*** *** ***
I'm reminded that rest, the real kind
is both solitary and shared
And when you can't sleep, we can't sleep
a shared insomnia from a shared dream
memories of cobalt ennui
plague the spaces between twenty fingers
twenty toes
with gold dipped intentions and egg-shelled breath
the plague of fallen petals of effervescent rose
"I'm reminded: the rebels find each other
the tribe collects around the fire
shares cowboy coffee and stories"
-Teej
