I don't want to feel all these blocked lightjets in my dusty bleak chamber.
Give me you fledging and quelled caustic reflection
I don't wish more lamps as the steel vague injection.
These objects we touch so real so much were just an obsession with corners posession. In the obstacle, in space, only quartz, only brineshine and dark stone maze. Only dusty acid haze, only dripping from my face squeezing glasses glued shock, shaft and petals. Lantern flock.
Maybe you are falling today, perfect and perplexed my ray, as these shards of hornet-mahaon sway as the rhythm af ashes of your heart, bells have told that you're just a part. But you are a glimpse, you are more than the snow, the crystals've come tears and they still blow. As flickering shadows are turning to feathers, let's fall, fall asleep in this wax together.
26.01.15
frozen in the same candlelight
© Copyright: Известняк Изверг Певун, 2015
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