Then The Quiet Explosiona last songcan be heard calling over the lonely mountains, it screeches and diesuntil its melody is echoedone final timeby the blackbirds bidding farewell,everything stills; the grass stops swaying treetops fade to whispers winds follow the northern lights –and then, the sky erupts: the quiet explosion.
I. peel apart my insides reveal the insidespetal by petal I fall apart in your hands
forecast. you aimed for above and you are living in clouds with silver linings drawing your fate, creating warm condensation steaming up the sky, streamingdown the blue in starsscreaming silvery joy, faraway from the darkdistant ground, you found a way to escape.
Takeaway Box, February 2015 (22nd)How much XPdoes the modern world hold?There, the chippie-goldpaper basket, the salmon bronzetreasure chest:in a hovel of twigs.Dungeon of leavescalled soilholding Man's treat,a family surprise.Every car here is red.Camouflaged boxes whistle white noiseinto electricity.I drum my fingers on the wooden fence-walland gain a greenish tint,in synergy.
088- realize: there will always be anotherI guess it's good to know that there's at least someone on my side.Even if it is only the cloudless sky, at least we're both feeling blue.
087- maybe they fear their own reflections.Sometimes I wonder if the clouds are running across the sky because they're afraid to look down.Or if they merely want to take their daily stroll alone.
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