I watched the sun setting in averted vision
and saw the buildings
it was silhouetting
and I saw the moon in nighttime city-haze
and with its pail lack-light
the buildings raze
and they were no more
save for their window-lights
and in the blurred eyes of dry sight
my vision comes aright
cause in blurred vision
you’re forced to look in
a sort of still-lake reflection
through the boiling evening clouds
and the swirling storms, I bowed.
and I wish spring brought green
to more than just the earth
but my thought trees be burnt up by forest fires
caused by lightning strikes
and then the broken dykes
let loose floods to new (knew) heights
but hey, I’m alright
though now I bare this blight
from the storm’s lack-light
a kind of gray-skyburn.
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Author / Eric Cornell
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That's pretty cool, Eric. I haven't read (or written) anything like this in a while. If you got any more like that, keep it comin'. :-)
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