I am not an angel.
My wings broke,
And the sky laughed
While sun spit pink
Upon both edges
Of the letting horizon,
And just as trees
Bagan to bend
Like wings of a crow
Moving again,
My two feet
So placed
Into thick layers
Of mud, unfolding,
Began to tremble
And quake
Further losing development
Of each gray spot of mind.
Tag: tremble
Unsurfaced (day 1203)
Search for me in unanswered ponies.
Call and listen to wind floating.
For I have never let it out yet,
Unsurfaced.
Wasted highways of uncharted lands
Lasting like lost favors in a long line
Cause I’m a favor;
Restless
It exists to thyself
And the game’s been answered.
A rule you’re a part of.
Tremble on.
South of the river
Highway stoned look
In a sea of open windows
Jubilation.