
Let the sky fall on my head,
down through the savage ravage page
tattered battered stone age
ragged flayed dogged rage–
don’t take my quarrel
to the sorrel,
it’ll eat you like a morsel,
use your flaws as signpost morals,
brutal portal to the ceding of all
immutable chortles–
aurora born
orbit torn,
neon dyes
clawed cries
saturnine sines,
let the sky fall on my head
and I’ll raise it right like
Atlas underneath Antarctica,
patient sage
leasing rampage
of light
til the world cries
“throw me up to heaven,
hungry heart revvin”
and we shotput aim
for the galaxy’s center
with our sky-scorned imaginations
who know no better
than to wish
after brighter salutations
beneath this endless storm.
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I really enjoyed the rhythm of this piece. Thank you for creating it!
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Thank you! I went all-out on the rhythm and rhymes here, to the expense of creating a deep meaning for the poem (not that that’s a bad thing, just different from what I often do), so I’m glad you appreciated it!
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