12.08.18

I don’t have time for this,

this magic moment,

surprising it’s

soft

and lost in the afterglow.

 

It was never

about the act,

the swale,

the tongue,

the improvising;

this was always

an artifact,

proof of our civilization.

 

Come to me.

Lay next to me.

Stare at the sky,

decoding the clouds

and swift in revenant.

I light up

like a neon sign

when you flick my switch

and drip down my skin.

 

Abandon

all hope

and grip the steel again;

there’s no alternative.

We are adrift

and in the absence of law,

there is you

and me

and the aftermath.

 

Peaking at the crescendo.

 

-HG

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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