A Good Thing for Us
You could be as crystal,
shocking in light of
brilliance staring through
widget walls and blinking wires,
sees all good things beneath
chipping paint, gathered cloaks.
If veils were lifted from
living time, shivering form
revealed between our cloudy
exhaling that sticks to skin,
chalk dust in red, embarrassment
of riches to split apart.
living time, shivering form
revealed between our cloudy
exhaling that sticks to skin,
chalk dust in red, embarrassment
of riches to split apart.
Too deep it went for all at once,
needles sharp for cutting skin,
nearer to the rushing blood,
in wicked strange of forcing
time, that sallow pitch sinking
needles sharp for cutting skin,
nearer to the rushing blood,
in wicked strange of forcing
time, that sallow pitch sinking
Below cast-iron light of
ghostly morning walk.
ghostly morning walk.
