Explosions in the Sky make a perfect afternoon

[kalieyes]

* * *tishcian's poem***

i couldn't wonder when? or what exactly happend
but the meaning was so sweetly tucked inside her palms

and she was coming around,
they found, in excess, the grains of emptiness,
of disease, of compleatness,
as she drifted loney satin into the waves
of insurrection and quiet compassion.
keeping time with the games of the tides
and the dissapointing void that inspired,
vowed destructive means, to no extent
but enveloped and conjured incessent revolutions.
she washed over moon depraved and endlessly
consequential,
before the ones who wouldn't watch
and placed hurt inside the minds of humility.
focused, begotten? once
you could have forgotten
the capabilitys and caresses that digress
into silent nothingness.
and everything between
the injured and the unseen
aren't able to be belived, while
gleaming through the mirky and the maladjusted.
cutting five points and sanddoller scars
into the tentacles that left her captivated
in the sirens of the bewildered and unconscious.

*kat