Friday, April 13, 2012

THESE MECHANICAL SKIES


These mechanical skies, they have no business
Opening into oblivion. I'm reluctant to stand
Under them lest my legs give out to whispers
From the jaws of a pop ontology quiz.

As one in her faraway city is safe behind clouds,
More days for me to wake up in are promises
Easy to believe but not to accept; they light
My way with untenable songs of their ends.

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