
Deep breath
Seated on the sill
This earth better swallow me whole
Shear beauty
Behold
Your grip gave way
And i, watch you look right into my dying eyes
Carry myself higher
So make no plans to leave
Stop to rest on the crumbling roof tops
The silence carries on and on
Hands on the clock, bend
Yield all good growth
Just to watch it rot
Wrecked vessel finds it way
Towards the center of gravity
Drawing its way
Closer and closer
My way
To be repaired
And to breath again
Catching thee salt air
Anchors have already been released
Carrying me higher
Only to see
Shear beauty of her round mass
Being swallowed
From within
Huge explosion
Takes place
Outward beauty
Being made all over newly land
Take that deep breath
Once more
Only to be informed
Seated promptly on the sill
There’s a peace that settles
Over this place
By: ObligatoryInsightPoet©
11/17/15
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