Sunday, June 07, 2015

Junehilation



Summer is the cruel season.
                         Plagues, wars, natural disasters
                         connive to abash cunning reason.

In the hollow between shoulder blades,
where tucked wings tremble,
                                     we'll make space.
             
                Bound in plush layers
                we'll autumn away
                fresh infernos,
             
                                     never forsaking Sun.





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