What layer do the clouds stop to form?
I want bathe my eyes above tropospheric gates in search of the innocence I found in the walls of my mother's uterus
Build the one million fahrenheit furnace that is to smith happiness in my moment of absolution
Im still an isolated bird trying to glide in these african winds,with a fractured wing
And that's when I found it
Hope covered in layers of tissue and with just the right amount of melanin she absorbed the heatwave of my heart
We'll be going out on our first date soon
Hope to find a location below the jordan river
I want baptise my stomach below this beautiful army of molecules
Just to see if the butterflies still float
She is the last tea spoon of what is the left of the woman that turned to salt
Promise not to look back on the marathon ran by my past lovers
Nor the bridges I burnt to my previous cities
Sodom and gomorrah must be forgotten.
Why you wash my summer gone
Weather wicked warlock spins
Reap the whirlwind Master Nothing
Summer cancelled fall begins
Mother’s needs not your concern
Only selfish motive flies
Freezing while another burns
Endless damage mortifies
Play with toys no man should own
Manna tropospheric poison
Seeding her destruction sown
Manipulator of my season
Fred Jagenberg – June 21, 2019
Starlight Escape
With a sparkling gown and on my unicorn,
I swiftly fly.
Loftier and loftier into God's most holy sky.
These auburn tresses flying wildly free,
in the upper atmosphere,
Chips of stars, nestling ever so tenderly there.
Going to meet my love, to live in eternal feldspar embrace.
My heart's honored and magnificent Arcadian desire!
Yesterday, today and most assuredly.
Sitting at the foot of God's eternal staircase.
Locked in a tropospheric, forevemore embrace.
Panagiota Romios
4/20/2019
Invisible tide,
White foam slowly drifts across-
Tropospheric sky.
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