The cloud swallows the steel spires
jagged teeth into nowhere
structure and form digested
my morning takes hold
as I drive
these concrete byways
steady in lane
my imagination is bound
to follow the patterns set in
rock yet
I feel like mist.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
The cloud swallows the steel spires
jagged teeth into nowhere
structure and form digested
my morning takes hold
as I drive
these concrete byways
steady in lane
my imagination is bound
to follow the patterns set in
rock yet
I feel like mist.