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Insects' buzzing
Gazing at the transgressive, monotonous (yet awake) mundane-
burning cheeks, bottles empty of holy blood
accompanied by slurred atonement lost in soft wind
persevered; untainted discovery by foolish hopes and dreams
cleansed the heavy mind -so long ago-
(absorbed by a double cornered blue piece
forced by trembling, febrile fingers onto a middle,
claustrophobic gap in the puzzle.
The same calloused fingers left the piece fall onto
tarnished tranquility and stone grass below...
the puzzle followed shortly after.)
While clouded heaven mirrored into precious jewels,
supposedly suppressed insects' buzzing swirled into murky abyss,
sojourned into presumably bright surface
creating crass, frustrating bruit,
as haunting salvation and self induced divine commitment
tried to coerce only to be swiftly swapped
by the animalistic surviving instinct
mistaken with prideful self-controlling nature.
Adverted, hazy scrutiny wandered off prosaic cacophony
whilst cold, pristine, heavenly blanket
hid the fallen form from noisome stares...
Crimson flooded, trembling, twitching limbs
reached weakly to the faint bloodied heaven
reflected onto cheap emeralds;
only the gelid and chast dare to purge them.
Copyright ©
Eli Darcy
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