All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
Blue Quiet Somber like chilled rain clinging to this dull glass, you won't get inside where darkness is cast. Illuminating blue light is warmth. No fire can smoke hard enough, burn as bright as the rage within. But quiet now, the damper open wide, wild seek refuge near, use the dead of autumn to clog my heart. Here in the dark, we cloister together alone. Still, but not so dank I can't draw breath. Lungs oscillate, let me know time Is eternal. For now, squirm to find dry room in these rags. Squat and blink at satellites searing a velvet vault. Dreams slowly steep the drowsy head, a canvas of unfiltered vision. 10/10/18 rewrite: Blue Quiet Chilled tears cling this dull glass, dark void Illuminating blue light warm, warming smoke inhaled hard burning bright damper open wide, refuge nears, wild the dead of autumn Unclog thick cloistered scales Invisible peel dank with decay Steamy breath surfaces oscillate beautiful fire eternal, here In the dry room blink, satellites near Our velvet vault. Dreams steep drowsy laid a canvas unfiltered Full. |