We just swallow & stitch on
flimsy pharmaceutical feathers,
with gobs of spit and wax.
We circle the sun
hoping this simulacrum,
weighs more than a hedon
We practice ephemeral mechanics,
only with bridges on the river Styx,
then wonder why winter never seems to end.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
We just swallow & stitch on
flimsy pharmaceutical feathers,
with gobs of spit and wax.
We circle the sun
hoping this simulacrum,
weighs more than a hedon
We practice ephemeral mechanics,
only with bridges on the river Styx,
then wonder why winter never seems to end.
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