Wednesday, November 06, 2019

Blobs of honey wheat eyes
floating over the spike fed fields
flat planets turned over for curving skies
the mountain rivulet's thread of gold
a rocking perch with lettered leaves
the walker who's never lonely
roaming ghost floors and fettered heat.

A blade on the bulb of an empty sanctuary
carving sentient steam
cork's mouth for the strength of horses
a leaning phantom
cocked hat who makes money
a divided cell
on fire with spent blood and pent parcels
a lumpen sneer with furrowed beard
fanatically going nowhere.

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