overarching angel--
guardian to this exile,
as love cut to the cliff.
a footfall from plunge--
grimaces at the stranding
long of the blue.
as if the sun were casting
the sparks of aspersions.
while simpering salts
season fish and devils--
wiling away their lot of depth.
if shore be shelter, let this no
man's land be worth spit!
as waste is laid the length of a
man without a woman's touch.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
overarching angel--
guardian to this exile,
as love cut to the cliff.
a footfall from plunge--
grimaces at the stranding
long of the blue.
as if the sun were casting
the sparks of aspersions.
while simpering salts
season fish and devils--
wiling away their lot of depth.
if shore be shelter, let this no
man's land be worth spit!
as waste is laid the length of a
man without a woman's touch.
