Sunday, August 2, 2015

I Was Waking


I was waking; slumber pulled back
held reality in shadow
earth tilting into spirals stretch, skewed
reviving desolate landscapes – mid-west mellow
sunshine captured threads swaying in breezes that smelled of death.
The storm always looming, shoes threatening to drop
violent lilac turning to midnight blackness along the horizon
I remember houses emptying, the calm of desolate panic
shedding all but flesh in hopes of survival.

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