Sign the cue
right into two
fell through their purview
coming to
and the blue is burning
with a brutal poignancy
the unimaginative minds
conjugate the travesties
disconsolate
meander to the mean
without bounds
fend off one’s hound
unfettered furlough
we swing low
the carrion tattooed into steel
an unmaker in the carry-on
savage the wing with
forced respite
festival of shameless infatuation
the blue is burning
dropping dreams with ash and nickel
sleepy in the pure air
another life in breath
the compulsion to shout
goodbye
mysteries to be tried
in the eyes we seem
to reach another lie
concussive exclamations
affirming this declaration
Coleridge characterization of the albatross
a loss
over the curving horizon
I misplace my agitation
cessation of condemnation
perspective premonition
surrendering to my fall
the blue is burning
stillness calls
offers of the further destination
our shadows fed to cremation
the flawless teeth of devastation
all of my understanding flees
from this revelation
the blue is burning
for some hazy canon
demoralized convictions.
The Blue Is Burning
and we are scattered angels
Love this, especially the play-on, “an unmaker in the carry-on
savage the wing with
forced respite”.
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Thanks so much my friend 🙏
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