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these aching rooftops are higher than we can see
or imagine.
their quest is one for hope
in the highest of highs
where impossible is nothing, and pigs fly.
and yet,
salted cirrus streaks traverse this canvas.
(people are one thing or another.
we resist temptation, or we give in to it.)
and with the coming of winter, you can see
the condensation of our early lives
evaporate into something more complex-
an abacus of senses, maybe.
the forecast for yesterday
was composed of
falling opals.
or imagine.
their quest is one for hope
in the highest of highs
where impossible is nothing, and pigs fly.
and yet,
salted cirrus streaks traverse this canvas.
(people are one thing or another.
we resist temptation, or we give in to it.)
and with the coming of winter, you can see
the condensation of our early lives
evaporate into something more complex-
an abacus of senses, maybe.
the forecast for yesterday
was composed of
falling opals.
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i like the cold weather, because... i don't know. © 2010 - 2024 zoeil
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