I.
the upswing
future people on the run
their hands clasp the
neck of the morning like
two ticking clocks
one’s got time in her eyes
a hushed descent of
unseen forces
unpeaked brows
bellies faceless dirt
the 3rd cloud, soft
miracle of an
outstretched hand
II.
headlines
growing in circles
the tough husk of
consumer rebellion
primitive cage and a
printed alphabet
*heartfelt media*
(too much is easy)
blessings we abandoned in a
back alley
vibin’ and diggin’
like a city street symphony
III.
are we real
a radio edit
the last warm
myth before
sunrise
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Just wonderful simile and metaphor, setting off little explosions of ideas and images in the mind.
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Thank you very much 🙂
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