coaxed by
billow blowing
my back toward
double doors
bloomy blush palms
grace cold chromium
transfixed yet still
slightly froze
by their magnitude
stellar statuesque
ornate etchings
on the outside
engravings tonging
somethings subtly
warbling up vertebra
no longer numb
and I
remember
this hand
this voice
this vibration
this harmony
a fifth or a third
resonant progression
of ordered chords
this same old song
never heard, yet
- known -
buried, now begging
eternal womb
to be born
the want
wavers fingers
in front of the bell
until the know grows
too large to hold
behind stately doors
craving light, space, time
to stretch and unfold
dew-spun carbon
beyond the threshold
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
coaxed by
billow blowing
my back toward
double doors
bloomy blush palms
grace cold chromium
transfixed yet still
slightly froze
by their magnitude
stellar statuesque
ornate etchings
on the outside
engravings tonging
somethings subtly
warbling up vertebra
no longer numb
and I
remember
this hand
this voice
this vibration
this harmony
a fifth or a third
resonant progression
of ordered chords
this same old song
never heard, yet
- known -
buried, now begging
eternal womb
to be born
the want
wavers fingers
in front of the bell
until the know grows
too large to hold
behind stately doors
craving light, space, time
to stretch and unfold
dew-spun carbon
beyond the threshold
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