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Beauty balanced upon a perch all it's own

This screams Washingtonian state,
bomber flight jacket/aviator sunglasses street style that i'd love to stumble through,
cliffs i'd love to stumble off.

life is damp, bare, and earthy rich in hues, tones, tyco r/c race cars from childhood;
the constant rain is the cleanse we'd never know we were searching for.

a muddy parking lot puddle left behind in the wake of adventure.
more than a place, it was a state of mind
manipulating everything that was me.

we rust.

Written by samael

(Zaroff poetry)

Published 12th Dec 2018

Author's Note

Inspired by Atomik bomb's "foghouse".

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/328917-foghouse/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvnkAtWcKYg

#city #love #nature

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Re. Beauty balanced upon a perch all it's own

Ahavati (Tams)

12th Dec 2018 2:09pm

I enjoyed the melancholy nature of this, Samael. There's only one place I slipped:

it's more than a place, it was a state of mind

'[I]t's' is present tense while 'was' is past. My mind stalled, kept going back and forth attempting to reconcile whether or not I was here now or there then.

Enjoyed overall.