A lack Of motion (astraynotion) wrote,
A lack Of motion

Some more poetry.

Just so these don't get lost completely (although that is the fact of a lot of poetry, suitably).


The dusk
Has taken the colours
And the windowed world
Is blackwhite.
Yet the truth, bold and
Was ever in the greys.


Every day now, I wake four times over.
:To the chasm the falling the smoothering the grasping the choking the gasping the emptiness
-where warmth takes me back-
:To the stillstirring the restless undone and tangles, where stories begin in their middles and all is upending all over
-where warmth takes me back-
:To a weariness of startstop sleep, tired from waking, all over
-where warmth takes me back-
:To serenity. The faint breeze upon the evening.

Sanctum, inside
A warmth to carry.

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.