Monday, 7 November 2016

luk

mist particles
slowly start to separate
the heavy clouds

cotton candy
ocean's become flushed 
visible steam starts
to warm even the coolest
of places -- inside of dark
caverns way below
conventional air

wisps seek a future
to hold on tight
too -- one that establishes
euphoria inside
of static minds

open
to nothing
conceal every
single truth
known
to man

by her side
a tribal warrior
to aid in the establishment
of a more organic
lifestyle sealed
in a melancholy
breeze created
from a lone
hummingbird