Blasting Grounds
The utter of a candle.
Whisping and wrought
touching existence and not
but spittling smoke and pipping-
drawing in a crowd of one.
From flash bang firework
or clear calm incandescence
one thing is for certain
the quicker it it's rise
the quicker it's fall.
Gonna burn out in the hemisphere
before touching the ground
gonna create a force
inconsiderate of it's impact
and disappear before calamity.
Oh lasting shimmer
burned a white hole in my eye
the part which I can't see with now
and only around
you're here for a moment and healed here after.
-Matthew Koutzun
The utter of a candle.
Whisping and wrought
touching existence and not
but spittling smoke and pipping-
drawing in a crowd of one.
From flash bang firework
or clear calm incandescence
one thing is for certain
the quicker it it's rise
the quicker it's fall.
Gonna burn out in the hemisphere
before touching the ground
gonna create a force
inconsiderate of it's impact
and disappear before calamity.
Oh lasting shimmer
burned a white hole in my eye
the part which I can't see with now
and only around
you're here for a moment and healed here after.
-Matthew Koutzun
1 comment:
I like seeing the fireworks through your eyes. :)
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