only for a minute
i slept in an allegory
momentum cut by scissors
made of combustible miracles
lead astray by speeding bullets
to a field in a vision
fled to paris
jumping someone's train
i missed the moment
of blurry, glossy focus
set to a backdrop
of drowning alibis in style
buzzing in a hive
met in the darkness overgrown
like a sunset escaping
the verocious leak of night
i vye for control of the sky
like the moment met in paradise
closing in on me
closing in
but the green couldn't cut clean
such as you judas
divine spirit rapture
nothing left to capture
the missing piece
was a me with hope
not alone in flurried minds
the missing peace
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
