DUSTY SKYLINE

zaps that dash through the air
there is a heavy rain coming
a gash one way or another
it seeps into the ground

the heartfelt trickle;
beads of moisture that were
once dispersed

whispers of syllables
incandescent thoughts
..just beyond the mind
a premeditative thought spirals

chiaroscuro out of the dark
sputters and flutters all in white

Blanc spacious of a stereotypical mind

Premeditative thought can sometimes be divine.


As cold as a heart
The steal tracks move on
across the birth of another creeping dawn

The light filters in
sifting through the fireworks
that evening on the fourth.

A count in gratuitous mannerisms
Through the despair of the distraught

© 1990-2007 otica

A dusty skyline
It has never been as clear before
Revealing as to walk the muddy secrets
that are never crossed...
never to sumptuously kiss the line
that divided us that night
just after the fourth.


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