The crop line bends the desert casting
Endlessly
Clipper ruins singe softly in the laps. Shipyards bay the platform
Why is it prominent?
Who hit this?
Trains arrive myself to the platform
There is an embarcadero
Though it is not imperial
Yeoman civilians find only the gray
Yeoman sees a Memory
Not an old electric Memory
It is empty curates in
Pylons
Pylons from nothing,
Anything in uniform
Empty that bends skyscraper, but
Only train skyscrapers
Skyscrapers so severe and empty
Knocks
In
Hope
The civilians are nothing now
The ruins are nothing
Empty
Memory out at bay
Desert waited out
Memories happen endlessly
The crop hit nothing in
And now I’m found
1 comment:
Fantastic! That first line is lyrical and mysterious. It all seems full of important but hazy messages: "thought is not imperial." Yeah, fantastic. ~R
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