heavens pour blue by the watery pebbles, sunrising a bright river
up high. yawning early, sounding clicks of the gathering frosty trees, bossy
birds brightly gray, gently mill brittling in small hops, not going farther,
chattily warm, newer spirits curious, linger under leaves, bone thorns
poke our forms from bushes. we cluster more than loves, speaking like
leaves, tears percolate from branches and breathing holies up, though
wings flutter, sighing this early. onyx rocks you while hopes written in stone
bless us, read under the sun. truly your mountain moved but ants have
left for now when loving ones, missing ones, unlike funeral goers, come
to stay, the cold intimate like chosen stones - blue sun pours on steady
tranquil feet, no longer waiting, letting go, never letting go, soldered
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
