The Sky

Evening here falls with magic and torment.  A paradox of whispers in the mouth of the sky ~Tim Buck

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The  Sky

 

Azure

Live

Moody

 

Brows unfolded

Clear headed

On days sunny

 

Other

Rumbling

Ornery

 

Perky

in glinting cape

Yolk on forehead smoking

 

Big bellied

With neither

Beginning nor end

 

Prayers

Rise towards it

From needs’ incenses

 

A paradox of whispers

Beeline into mouth of sky

incessant streaming

 

Grief swollen

Can take no more, breaking

Copious tears sheeting

 

Nightly primping

In starry velvet black

Disc on forehead twinkling

 

Symbiotically – connected

Elements’ wrought humans

Nature’s elements interacting

 

 

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