Small sky
Muddy river waters,
while euphoric on four wheels,
of silence,
the night so many,
with tattered spoke,
from wind chapped logic,
that does rumble in,
a tsunami of a vehicle,
its lights, as a falling star,
too close,
they panic wrought with,
ecstasy that gathers,
as a galaxy passed by,
that speaks twilight,
dwindling,
a button from a shirt to small.
while euphoric on four wheels,
of silence,
the night so many,
with tattered spoke,
from wind chapped logic,
that does rumble in,
a tsunami of a vehicle,
its lights, as a falling star,
too close,
they panic wrought with,
ecstasy that gathers,
as a galaxy passed by,
that speaks twilight,
dwindling,
a button from a shirt to small.
posted by Marcus B. Fleming at 12:31 PM
2 Comments:
Well, the meaning is not as important as the feel of it. But the meaning is basically how we felt like we were too big for the universe, and how mecurial we were, and how mecurial the night sky is---into day, how day just comes along so quickly. It ihas a freelance living kind of feel to it.
Amazing work, Marcus.
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