the view from the edge is a wonder of destructive angles
the birds screamat the chalkdustmoon in a tumultuouslysequestered madnessunder wan blue skies driftingcarelessly throughpast participlesmy passive voicesounding out dismayshifting tensesto become adiscreetlysubliminal series ofdesecrated hymnalsmuttered dullyby pivotal criminals the sparrows arefrantically hoppingbegging for thesun to at lastcrest the horizon time is spastic ashoarfrost slowlyspreads across myorgans leaving a chillin crackling whorlsdementedly numbingspacial anomaliesas flash frozen […]