Last the time
To dream the road, unopened
As the sky
Of no other convenience
Unfold the city north, upon
The crash of violent light-pyoverdine.
Dazed it faster
Than infinitive the gaze, the body
Autotomizes at the final scream
Ignorant side and above
Has topography addled our dreams.
Unfurl lines to quicken
To pell, to pell
Sins red, onto flat planes of street signs
Never is there time
Enough to catch a good glimpse, to rid
To kill, the name-turning of capricious mine.
Comfort should you feel, to
Never think of reality the same
Structures beautiful and flourished then
Evergreens and the leaves
Will burn the similarity-insane.
Beauty in full obscurity
The moon sours, the stars combust
And good-night epitomizes the day
And suffer the biggest silence
My sun’s needle aggravated, of the heartache
The pain, of falling from your grace.