Silver sliver slit of moon
acts archaic atop adorned academies, antiquity
of old ordained, ornate, obstinate, and now obtuse
proclivities, profusely posing purporting professorship,
impelled into impervious impatient improprieties.
Notions by night, nearly now, it's too near novice to notice.
We will wait while the world wakes wearily,
today, teach the truth, telling tales, trusting stories to-
gether, gathering, groaning, gaining girth and gravity as we go
up right, up-tight, up early, up-side-down, unnoticed, in parity, and undulate.
Caught, covered by coal clouds carpeting the charisma
blue-black-blinking-bringing-back
wisps of white words which purple pink
disappear during daylight,
alone little line left
hanging on the hazy horizon, humidity hovers heavily
upon us.
Image By Long, William J. (William Joseph), 1867-1952 [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.
