the soft core of the radiant
blankets flew through the air
and the resin sticking to the back
of your hands resides
in the sap of the trees
flying by overhead.
the breath of air
in the misty cold clouds
of a new morning bite and
crawl into your lungs, absorbing
the desperate gasps as we rise
towards the heat of the sun,
above the horizon ahead.
try and hold your breath
and realize that each gasp
may be your last. exhale the cold
air into the great expanse and
rest. the chill permeates to the bone
and into your grup, into the heart of your
shocking uncertainty.
my hands escape my trip and falling
escapes reason. all thought reduced
to pure fits of exclamation
and undislipined wit. attempting
to stand on solid ground with a solid
sentiment. Yet suspects leave me to react
without trust of the notions which flood
my aspirations full until they bust and
i'm left broke. |
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