this grey expanse lingers above our heads cold calculating matter undecided on our fates another sky falls
Month: August 2022
night arrives ready to implant strange devices
go on fill my cup with night
grey wings abandon the concrete stronghold
summer spirals into an empty snail shell
slave to none gods work the cotton fields in the sky
eagle shadow ploughs through the sky cotton
filling the skull bowl with ash and memories
wings tucked under the bridge
winged gods lost under the limbo sky