Wednesday, December 18, 2013

text || Lawrence Upton

Icarus falling

my tide my shadow
few hundred words more
breakdown of wings uncalled for
dark endures

a moment the whole light
likely to gravitate
to the work world
in uncertain light

my working fearful desire
mind open
hen brooding
barriers within

a mouthful of steam
looking forward
narrative presence among decay
the absence of what defines

the wrong side of guessing impenetrable
one possibility
within hope
a mouthful of accounts

dark endures

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