Released
Well pleased
In a swell
Cold thundering
To behold
In this set to
Of black and white
Where the stars
Meet the night
And we’re just ghosts
To the endless everything
That we dance to and sing
Hands held
And with bling
That bleeps, beeps and growls
With the rotation of owls
That locks in clean air
We’re emboldened to share
Bring me to them
With a postcard unsent
Unreceived and unsighted
We’re remarked without friends
Released and well pleased
The air shakes again
To the blue we descend
And it’s hectic
Perfected
Though
Doubted
And
Still
Vast Imbecility 