utter me a dawn absolutely imperfect
like the sharp stab of lovers fingers
to cut me a river of light tears
enameled on the neat hills. organized
heaps of mumbles a sun crumb in the nook
of eyeless creeping sleepless nights. bloodshot
beauty veiny clovers sprawling on the hillocks
basking savagely under a solar sheet of becoming
day.
it
was in a way likethis that
shone a babe of screaming yellow
over the static silence of morning
cleaving the vibrating stillness in a scorch of
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC
utter me a dawn absolutely imperfect
like the sharp stab of lovers fingers
to cut me a river of light tears
enameled on the neat hills. organized
heaps of mumbles a sun crumb in the nook
of eyeless creeping sleepless nights. bloodshot
beauty veiny clovers sprawling on the hillocks
basking savagely under a solar sheet of becoming
day.
it
was in a way likethis that
shone a babe of screaming yellow
over the static silence of morning
cleaving the vibrating stillness in a scorch of
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