Listening to rounds of a question
As she stands steadily to roll herself into
A timid manipulation
Who wants to die for the space of hollow concrete
Embedded to the sidewalk
That creak in your neck talking parallel
Seceding the only shoes
That were pillows
To recast a nodding head
In aluminum particulars
A revolver
Prefers the pursuit of planets
Defiant, dissolvent, the clouds assured me not
To fret for august shadow's movement
Is dragged by solar eclipse
Always a shade ahead
Whose hair sticks under our shoes
There were nuns but the heat
Condensed assault into a less visible silhouette
For certain and serviceable cores
Rot a harvested delirium
With marbled tenderness, a dining table stretcher bed
Sells pathological gravity
It is unforgiving while you’re here
But the only way you’ll stay