Friday, 22 March 2013

Fallingsky

We are tormented against
Tonight and all I am becomes
Dark hidden pulp from this
Cured intuition.
When we breakup the steel
Noise the waters' window glance
Will multiply evenly through
This forbidden silence.

And your spring followed
Me into this wilderness
Anecdote; i fell in love
Inside you.
Years of patience and
Time is nothing compared
To this white freedom song.
Pillars dancing creating
Us into lonely wisdom.
so drag me through your
Spring So that I may
Summer us perpendicular
In altered reaches to our
New skies falling.

this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...