The face of the morning
that pulls the crazy out of things
unloved.
Sweetest rounds, some sort of grandeur
balancing on hexagonal perfection
--pulled by wanting inside a dead body's heart
waiting to wake up.
Before you extinguish, you must distinguish--that one day
when the royalty you pull joins the charge
and pulls the chair sat upon.
One day, that'll be of no use too.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
The face of the morning
that pulls the crazy out of things
unloved.
Sweetest rounds, some sort of grandeur
balancing on hexagonal perfection
--pulled by wanting inside a dead body's heart
waiting to wake up.
Before you extinguish, you must distinguish--that one day
when the royalty you pull joins the charge
and pulls the chair sat upon.
One day, that'll be of no use too.
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