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.
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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