(no subject)
we keep praying for rain
we keep asking clouds to cry
to suffer just so we're fed
we plead with an empty sky
to toss about melting comets
that make tiny craters in
pits of sand
we tap a blue crystal
hoping to hear a pealing
from bells of wind
and our fingers strike hollow
tones in the humid dust
we thrust our hands into
a vacuous realm
shadow toothpicks darting
imagined olives
our words filter up
percolating through the heat
neptunian coffee grinds
spread about on the ceiling
no flavor is left once our
speech has been so thoroughly
chewed up by a maw of north wind
just a dessicated morsel of
ruptured prayers passing
through the gullet of the
cosmos
we keep asking clouds to cry
to suffer just so we're fed
we plead with an empty sky
to toss about melting comets
that make tiny craters in
pits of sand
we tap a blue crystal
hoping to hear a pealing
from bells of wind
and our fingers strike hollow
tones in the humid dust
we thrust our hands into
a vacuous realm
shadow toothpicks darting
imagined olives
our words filter up
percolating through the heat
neptunian coffee grinds
spread about on the ceiling
no flavor is left once our
speech has been so thoroughly
chewed up by a maw of north wind
just a dessicated morsel of
ruptured prayers passing
through the gullet of the
cosmos