Floating like fans
How we're lovers undone,
Play neat,
Look long,
And clean.
Tablatures razed,
We read songs for none.
The empty
Is marked
And deemed
A Sounder's Facade,
A Shuffling Nod.
The sequence
Is set
And sown.
A vastness to reap
No illusion to weep.
I grin the substance of
All things unknown.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
Floating like fans
How we're lovers undone,
Play neat,
Look long,
And clean.
Tablatures razed,
We read songs for none.
The empty
Is marked
And deemed
A Sounder's Facade,
A Shuffling Nod.
The sequence
Is set
And sown.
A vastness to reap
No illusion to weep.
I grin the substance of
All things unknown.
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