Monday, December 12, 2016

Halfway closed!

Halfway closed!

Red and gold
Full round in sky.
A blue star.
Many stars.
Flashes of lightening
In different directions.
All over.
Like shooting stars.
Only missed by micro- seconds.
Trance of death
And life.
Streaks of moment.
Halfway closed.
The other half free
Tapping wildly.
Like the tail of a lizard
Wriggling right after
A fresh cut.
The red drowning
Behind a web.
Becoming a silhouette itself
In the grey mist.
I follow the moon
Till it becomes
An after effect.
A mirage.
A trail.
A sip of raw taste.
Sour and cold.
Rustic.
I return.
Watering the life around.
Another spun.

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