Electric
thunder mumbles distantly
echoing deep in my ribcage
a dead match
in the darkness,
the whites of the leaves
flutter shyly as a skirt hem
in preparation
for the center strikes, yes
Be Prepared
for the swell and crash
for the bolt that shatters
and fastens you
Be Prepared?
for the force that cleaves
and unifies
every atom singing your song
shocking you
with their accuracy.
echoing deep in my ribcage
a dead match
in the darkness,
the whites of the leaves
flutter shyly as a skirt hem
in preparation
for the center strikes, yes
Be Prepared
for the swell and crash
for the bolt that shatters
and fastens you
Be Prepared?
for the force that cleaves
and unifies
every atom singing your song
shocking you
with their accuracy.
posted by Black Egg at 10:39 PM
3 Comments:
always enjoy your writing!
God, I love the way you put words together! I really like the image of leaves lifting their skirts in the wind...very nice.
Sounds like you are having an interesting time with life at the moment. Hope all remains well with you.
Thank you, both.
Yeah, life is... interesting. I wish that meant I was happy. Right now, it means I'm unsettled.
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