Dissolved my brief fall
Horizon, equality of sun,
As though fog, on a bull
Run made clear a wall
Once settled. The way came only out
Of a cloud; scattering hope to my barren view,
Where winter covered a
Childhood of springs,
A flake of atom cold as the moon.
Flecks of coherence, dry the inks I’ve laid,
Fibs a blank river,
Mucking a hand to trade for reliable
Cover. Wanted in the short pixel,
Splayed on the data hall free base.
Known in forced oranges
quantities
Openly conditioned in Beethoven,
Wanking a gravity of rainbows;
Blotted in need to write a Post.
Pony up.
Can one fight on knowing there
May be nowhere the path is going?
One rallies after a stumble,
Ecstasy floats free of the prison of youth:
Left was a song only, no album.
But under half a drink left,
Twilight.