I breathe through dew
a wailing sigh
a battered pretense that has
threatened to die
a shallow,
faint surrender
under cold stars
a falt’ring dream
received from my breast
breathed to life, frail green light
presented to
the cosmos.
I sacrifice
that thawing dream
once lost, once renewed
yet, too far to exist
that shard of
bleeding mem’ry
and, as I gaze,
the stars reel on
more bright than the metal
that bends in the desert
to shoot
across the darkness.
AMS
21:34
20.05.2017
adrimsheike 