Fan letters filled with hawk feathers.
Sticking them in paper like
Razor blades into wrists.
Drawing life from the abyss;
Weatherman predicts clouds
And rain.
Gray and
Grains in the camera; Dharma, I
And Karma took the photo
Of the millennia. Deep in the Congo
Jungle, we stumbled across a tribal
Ensemble praising Pluto.
Smoke rising from the tribunal pyre.
Through the moonlight you could see the
Galaxy swirling with each gust.
Their lack of attire made their skin shine
Brilliantly in the dark reflections of the fire.
The sweat. The song. The symmetry. The immensity
Of it all was entrancing. We dived into the celebration of
Existence with little regard of our path.
It was a step forward we'll never take back.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC
Fan letters filled with hawk feathers.
Sticking them in paper like
Razor blades into wrists.
Drawing life from the abyss;
Weatherman predicts clouds
And rain.
Gray and
Grains in the camera; Dharma, I
And Karma took the photo
Of the millennia. Deep in the Congo
Jungle, we stumbled across a tribal
Ensemble praising Pluto.
Smoke rising from the tribunal pyre.
Through the moonlight you could see the
Galaxy swirling with each gust.
Their lack of attire made their skin shine
Brilliantly in the dark reflections of the fire.
The sweat. The song. The symmetry. The immensity
Of it all was entrancing. We dived into the celebration of
Existence with little regard of our path.
It was a step forward we'll never take back.
© July 18th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
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