flux

 

be not



far from the visible

horizon’s charcoal blush

my certain dusk companion



i think you in

thru’ shadowed lattice

fingers



where unkempt weeds

position their thumb

white toes



i ask you to

topple rainbows,

kill such imposing colour



exact night

is shoulder up to

the dream entangled wires



give me your bleak

black pebbled shore

where edges submerge under sleep



continue with perfect

voice, that every word

pours from



be not,

i would

roam aimless



sinister mills

dead meadows

and valley veiled whisperers



a scarecrow

in a blank

field



a whisper

without

throat



manage me thru’ out

aphid infected

summer



worsen me until

the living appear

ghostly



and the crowds

about me

are choked



the beckoner



depart

this place

of fallen

wings



of clocks

interrupted



a

pause

in everyone’s

lung



depart

this room

of falling

atoms



a dream

awaits in

gilded ether



compelled towards

the beckoner

the sleepier more blissful



a feeling, a drowning

sublime that winter is

left to hazard it’s own




finishing



my dream is

beckoned to

undo



yet folded seasons

archive reasons

for waking



i

unravel

still



of

years that

stood



each

counted

month



no exit

finds

me



calendars

drape old

men



no mirror

can have

you escape



nowhere

here is

real



my dreaming

is whispered

to



exact atoms

of shading,

elements of dusk



when minds are

burdened, allow

the forgetful sea in



that childhood murmur

from long grey

playgrounds



of cartwheels and

chasing

vanishes



adulthood is gazed

from, slow

repeating epitaphs



where has time

meandered

to?



and clocks

compelled to

hurry faster



dreaming is

more robust

that winter’s bones



my dream is

taken for

being done




approaches



bee

crowded

larders



all of honey

wander but

lavender is quiet



the enthral

of dusk is

shade amongst us



like charcoal

fingers spreading

their eclipses



of auburn rusts

beginning to

lose ink



orchards of

apple approaches

such spherical blushes



ladders threaded

into where the

pickers are at peril



wasp watchers

rough cider

engines



foragers beneath

skirts

diminish



song of hedges

retreat deeper

into webs



footprint

followers

lessen



quicken

this

slowing



of shadow

that comes

wonderfully quicker




to drown well




the sea

is dark with

edges, of folded

people under

surfaces no

albino star

can witness



the floor fallen

the possession of

yesterday’s ash,

crow complete nights

from frost morning gazes

until lifetime

erases



the sea

residue of

voices, an

insert of the

drowned, no

angel wants

to roam



lie here to

covet more

to recover

to reconcile with dusk,

repeat the sigh

with atoms,

out do the sea’s lung



and

shimmer

in the

past

alliances

so

very drowning


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