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born into this world, a mastering three. two lowlit in their vivid despairs, the other full on powdered starlight. they drew their strings to envelope the head. braiding. they are thoughts of sound. humming intrigues...
step in closer. friendly captors, accost me. deafening.
remnant components, and a galaxy slows. fitting through the crevices, barrier tired and caving. welcoming the best in. defeated, tangled by fringe and fray...stand aside to let its fluid rush by. atoms assault then disassociate. tie musical ribbons, leave love written, poetry by measures and bars.
keep setting the pace... ...sifting the bones. may they tell.
 zenhalcyon · Sat Jun 13, 2009 @ 04:57am · 0 Comments |
