Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Icarus

Chemtrail wings melt upon the blue page. 
Rays pour gold in open hands, the wage. 
Exalt the tones tucking shame in consonance. 
Every flight soars past spoken resonance. 
The pale affront here lies. 
Apostasy lifts eyes 
to seek Gods in bright skies.
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1 comment:

Beysshoes said...

Miami tooth implant dentist? lolol

... "Burying shame
In consonance."

As always your plainly crisp metaphors bring forth your passions so finely. Copper's "helpful" entertainment spoils the piece with seemingly contrived adornment. Bey x

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