Air like water, water like stone, birds elopes with the sun.
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A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears
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Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal tears
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Welcoming webs of gasping despair
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Nival anphora textures the air
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Anamnesis waltzes through...
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The windows, shut tight, and the fires are fueled...
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Reminding naA?vetA¨Ï of its magnitude's inferiority.
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Skyward stretching arms become thin and weak.
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Bony fingers comb the clouds then curl into fists, admitting defeat.
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Blood concedes to gravity's pull, leaving hollow skeletons all erect, perforating the skyline -- an impenetrable cage... like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age.
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Escapist flights and lengthy nights as some succumb and slumber awakes...
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Faces count minutes a¢æ?til noon -- solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight -- grey memories for now.
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A thousand families, down, will fall.
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Nival tears bury them all!
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Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun.
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A barren desert soaked in bleach
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A sickly pallor and opal touch
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Hallucinating, shattered glass falls as the atmosphere cracked and we are invaded by emptiness black.
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The brain keeps the body company.
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The continent is a new born, trying to breathe.
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Accepting his fate and falling asleep, the child is a woman, resting in peace.
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Accepting the sleep as a blackness forcing its way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs...
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And heavy are the clouds that reach so deep and smother the land in a heavy shroud.
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Eyes press closed and words are now visible.
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The sky is an eggshell waiting to hatch.
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The ground is the air, the wind, the trees, the Earth, the water, the fire...
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Sculptors working the clay, carving angels and gargoyles, and columns as pixies dance to appease the leaves.
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Faces that once turned to catch the light, frown and turn desperately down towards darkness.
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Float to the stiff, grey Earth.
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Birds Elope With The Sun
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The Agonist |