rife oh do you the new totally unique
obscene with low lean muscles Spring
feel not so near so far when stocks of
earth are steeped in deep so roots a'dying
(the little glad hand of sun outstretches
and into reaches the noosed purple
of aching darkness' ancient peak
the unfurling nuisance
of its ardent beam
to let of golden crimson
a burning rill to pour from far above)
all wan glory
all feable living
in the broken body of the shriveled Dove
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:32 AM UTC
rife oh do you the new totally unique
obscene with low lean muscles Spring
feel not so near so far when stocks of
earth are steeped in deep so roots a'dying
(the little glad hand of sun outstretches
and into reaches the noosed purple
of aching darkness' ancient peak
the unfurling nuisance
of its ardent beam
to let of golden crimson
a burning rill to pour from far above)
all wan glory
all feable living
in the broken body of the shriveled Dove
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