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bluerains said:
the last
golden rays
in defiance of the wild cat queen
tried to warm life
into that which would remain immortal.
 
The last sun
died out today.
Goodbye, shadows
on sidewalks.
Goodbye
cowering biomass.

If life were easy. We could
just accept it and let the dead
pass, underneath a regimented sky
into a shallow soil. Embrace
monuments. Strive to forget
memories imbedded in stone,
transgressing into sand.

Breeding haloes
from eclipses, while bronzed
bodies shed their husk
for the shelter of blue.
Shaken still, she remembered
a cerulean vision
of butterflies swirling.

Sinking downward.
Rats jump ship first
Redwall rises
Bellringer signals
the corp, mossflower blooms
into a wet chasm.

the last
golden rays
in defiance of the wild cat queen
tried to warm life
into that which would remain immortal.
Martin’s memory,
no longer distant
 
unapologetic said:
The last sun
died out today.
Goodbye, shadows
on sidewalks.
Goodbye
cowering biomass.

If life were easy. We could
just accept it and let the dead
pass, underneath a regimented sky
into a shallow soil. Embrace
monuments. Strive to forget
memories imbedded in stone,
transgressing into sand.

Breeding haloes
from eclipses, while bronzed
bodies shed their husk
for the shelter of blue.
Shaken still, she remembered
a cerulean vision
of butterflies swirling.

Sinking downward.
Rats jump ship first
Redwall rises
Bellringer signals
the corp, mossflower blooms
into a wet chasm.

the last
golden rays
in defiance of the wild cat queen
tried to warm life
into that which would remain immortal.
Martin’s memory,
no longer distant
nor stained by old lovers
but darkened by the leaden light.

Ok - new one.

They're all around us
 
They're all around us
unseen amidst the crowd
unheard through the shattering din of
monotony.
 
They're all around us
unseen amidst the crowd
unheard through the shattering din of
monotony.
On top of me
the sky so low I could
taste the sun,
salt sweat and sweet lips
 
They're all around us
unseen amidst the crowd
unheard through the shattering din of
monotony.
On top of me
the sky so low I could
taste the sun,
salt sweat and sweet lips
linger, fondling a sultry breeze
 
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