there was one on the porch
one toppled barrel
with no tough edges
flaunted flawless marks
lid still dancing, alive and well
put to bed
and out it flowed
the darkest matter,
that denied all light
and screeched for shine
which crawled over the boards,
didn’t look back
sunk into the crevasses,
fell for no crack
dripped onto the grass,
and left no stains
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
there was one on the porch
one toppled barrel
with no tough edges
flaunted flawless marks
lid still dancing, alive and well
put to bed
and out it flowed
the darkest matter,
that denied all light
and screeched for shine
which crawled over the boards,
didn’t look back
sunk into the crevasses,
fell for no crack
dripped onto the grass,
and left no stains
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