towards light and separation







the source

of

tears is

rain

is

oceans




the sky

is

limitless

with

wet

scarves




the drown of

the drench of

sorrow, a

lamented

yesterday

where all counters




of time wither




and thru’

september’s

nourish

where gallant

blooms perish

and boughs




ready to

groan a rust’s

worth of start

to perform

skeletons,

frosts yet to




alarm roots




minutes

drift lonelier

drift like a sigh

would when

spurned,

this world of




loneliness is

medicated to

turn, to wield

it’s slumber,

we are dead

before we fall




like autumn,

my heart exact

with rot, where

solitude exerts

it’s cot of

whispers




was once

sighed about

with wonder,

and thunder

took me to soar,

to balance among




sunbeams




the roads walked

have diminished,

every wish unmet

stood upon the

narratives of soil

that knows too many




bones




i strive to

stride nowhere

now the opaque

horizon comes

nearer with cold

outstretched




breath




i seek

the atom’s

limbo

seek the

complex

dark




where sleep’s an entire kingdom




there is

no sequel

to waking

no elaborate

light to make

the mind




peer skywards




yet i am

where the

soil covets,

comforts with

loam soft songs,

hear the idea seep




soon to be

gathered by

a tree’s thirst

the suck of soul

will free from the

devil’s hinge




the capacity to

forget love to

let it’s pause

cease shall be

the dismantle

of this sphere




many dream upon




the source

of oceans

is tears

and collected

rivers,

continues rain




where the infinite eye weeps


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