patterned brilliance.
losing touch with a setting sun
trance-like
in the lilac sky.
familiar, inopportune
words fill my wounds
like people flocking towards
dramatic settings.
They make a hum,
A chatter of awaiting smiles
stifled by the sound denied
by their silence
too far deep
a lack of care
Intense realization
that I’m steady
in the sky
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
patterned brilliance.
losing touch with a setting sun
trance-like
in the lilac sky.
familiar, inopportune
words fill my wounds
like people flocking towards
dramatic settings.
They make a hum,
A chatter of awaiting smiles
stifled by the sound denied
by their silence
too far deep
a lack of care
Intense realization
that I’m steady
in the sky
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