This ivory composure precedes all action
All episodes of touch
An abstract mission; -to understand oblivion
Proceeds, intelligently numb.
We wade thru undercover
Chin to the water
The momentum of our words
Slowed and delivered to the alter;
'O net of stars
Tainted by the atmosphere
With yellowed response
Sing and play dream strings
In a black desert beyond
Drape our thoughts here
Shimmering with perception
Movements embrace
All gravity with question
Reflections dance
-Escape prisons to show;
The light of the moon is a costume of woe.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment