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Listless Harmony/ Rising Vexation/ Grey Featherbed Skyline
Listless Harmony
She drifts in the
harmony of a fireflies blink,
shedding effervescent
contrails of lavender
kisses from lips of stars.
Her silica crescendos
adrift in eon's whisper,
a beacon of hope emits
from turquoise breaths
sheltering pulse lava.
Galaxies part
for her vapor,
she unfolds the
rift vanilla tapered,
milky sunrise hides
in her shadow,
she is the scepter
of cosmic chance.
Rising Vexation
I breathe into
your chimera
gentle feathers
of taupe bliss,
I sleep in the sun
of yesterday's kiss
I close these lanterns
only too drift
in your gamma symmetry,
run with me
to where Dionysus lax
sapphire poppies
lilies gleam
in Aphrodite's
titian twinkle,
climb the
hyacinth staircase
too steal a whisper
from the archives
of Apollo's flame,
fall weightless
as a ultraviolet hum,
back to this realm
in between alabaster rain
quilted in the whimper
of dissected cardinals,
sprinkled
like stardust
into the rippled thumps
of Andromedas pulse.
Grey Featherbed Skyline
Pulse drums still ripple
riding vibes of maybe
unrequited grey fate,
bleed our shine's into
the rift of the macrocosm,
fata morgana tapering
feeding hopeful calibrations,
regulated vibrations stinging,
to tire into each other's arms
only to merge as galaxies,
to mingle in synchronicity
gleaming into the psyche of
Amun-Ra.
Copyright © 2017 Quietusquill.All Rights Reserved
She drifts in the
harmony of a fireflies blink,
shedding effervescent
contrails of lavender
kisses from lips of stars.
Her silica crescendos
adrift in eon's whisper,
a beacon of hope emits
from turquoise breaths
sheltering pulse lava.
Galaxies part
for her vapor,
she unfolds the
rift vanilla tapered,
milky sunrise hides
in her shadow,
she is the scepter
of cosmic chance.
Rising Vexation
I breathe into
your chimera
gentle feathers
of taupe bliss,
I sleep in the sun
of yesterday's kiss
I close these lanterns
only too drift
in your gamma symmetry,
run with me
to where Dionysus lax
sapphire poppies
lilies gleam
in Aphrodite's
titian twinkle,
climb the
hyacinth staircase
too steal a whisper
from the archives
of Apollo's flame,
fall weightless
as a ultraviolet hum,
back to this realm
in between alabaster rain
quilted in the whimper
of dissected cardinals,
sprinkled
like stardust
into the rippled thumps
of Andromedas pulse.
Grey Featherbed Skyline
Pulse drums still ripple
riding vibes of maybe
unrequited grey fate,
bleed our shine's into
the rift of the macrocosm,
fata morgana tapering
feeding hopeful calibrations,
regulated vibrations stinging,
to tire into each other's arms
only to merge as galaxies,
to mingle in synchronicity
gleaming into the psyche of
Amun-Ra.
Copyright © 2017 Quietusquill.All Rights Reserved
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