K L A X O N V I R T U E S

Hover spirit spit edged and peel out the hollow emptiness of this sunshines pursuit Falling like a watercall the roar dropping in its buxom forest cache arms outreaching the soft underside of night waiting with sullen intent there are birds that sly like carriage sprint they fire the stars with bolden flare pounded like silver lace and clung delicate like the wish of wanton lush dripping like the late swimmer shallow cool cusp suplement wrapped outline like a shoreline for searching draped in your tattered vest with a worry heart spooled through fingers like embers torch in grates cradle there is so much left of this day and already night is stepping down from her throne the trellis moonlight spill