Saturday, January 17, 2015


Firm rope landing
On angels of darkness
Wing is stroking
Last sunset drunkness

Finger one
Thumb above
Happiness is space
For spilt transcendence menace

Growing from the air
Stars are chaos felt
Flying like ravens
Menace is a heir

Of firm ropes floating
Angel is a letter
Movement oscillating
To transcendence the ether









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