TheFeatheredSleep sweeps us into an ominous swirl.
The blue
Crawls like a line of water
Containing streak of mercury
And just as you find
Strength
The blue
Omnipresent and unseen
Creeps closer
A malignant thing
Like a clerics collar loosened, seems a forlorn thing of no purpose
Disguarded stockings will lag wilted without wearer
Stripes on birthday paper are torn jagged
The margin of a novel bleeds it’s culmination
Deep grain in wooden table covers the scar
Flat white landscape, divided by sky and land
Endlessly running over the edge
Like blue hemmed girls, with pinkened mouths
Agape at the nonsense
Of our emotions
As they rise and fall
Chords of melodies discordant
One step ahead of prediction
Mountain cedar wrapping her weeze
And January storm gathering
Washing out pollen like quiet swimmer
Reaching distant shoreline
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