Cumulonimbus smudged over sunlight
with dolphin grey
thumbprint
No clouds here, just 10 million
orange midnight suns
we're talking late
'til heavy eyelids drag us groundward.
This city seeps and trickles down
to sleep in groundwater
wet-haired, waking, throbbing sunrise
cased in eyes half-closed.
At most, we hoped.
At best, we strove.
At worst, we overworked ambitions
wanting, waiting, watching closely 'til
5 ticks until alarms.
At least we slept awhile...
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
Cumulonimbus smudged over sunlight
with dolphin grey
thumbprint
No clouds here, just 10 million
orange midnight suns
we're talking late
'til heavy eyelids drag us groundward.
This city seeps and trickles down
to sleep in groundwater
wet-haired, waking, throbbing sunrise
cased in eyes half-closed.
At most, we hoped.
At best, we strove.
At worst, we overworked ambitions
wanting, waiting, watching closely 'til
5 ticks until alarms.
At least we slept awhile...
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