1.
steel-coloured streaks of clouds
(or questionable chemical trails)
driving lines through
the surface of the sky.
the concrete pavements,
smeared in patches
of ashen blackness
veiling the bleak horizon
in a tattered smokeskin.
the sun here is as supine
as the ruins that will lie,
smouldering deep beneath
its’ silvery shadowed outline.
the clouds here seem
formed of steel,
only very odd often
are they revealed.
hiding daylight,
dimming our dreams,
like catalysts to loss.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
1.
steel-coloured streaks of clouds
(or questionable chemical trails)
driving lines through
the surface of the sky.
the concrete pavements,
smeared in patches
of ashen blackness
veiling the bleak horizon
in a tattered smokeskin.
the sun here is as supine
as the ruins that will lie,
smouldering deep beneath
its’ silvery shadowed outline.
the clouds here seem
formed of steel,
only very odd often
are they revealed.
hiding daylight,
dimming our dreams,
like catalysts to loss.
from the anthropic atmospheres
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