I draw you in the moss-devoured
face of the lake.
Can you see my fingers
reaching out for your eye-lashes?
In the neon clouds of slate
Twitch- your eye-lids
falling like stars on my palms;
Drowning all the sky
that water once contained.
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3 comments:
nice somethin to drown in. i wonder... in the 6th line, did u mean for the reader to twitch, or for the eyes to twitch...
nice somethin to drown in. i wonder... in the 6th line, did u mean for the reader to twitch, or for the eyes to twitch...
it means rationale to go blind. ha ha
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