Crash Survivor's Log
Folds in free-fall
Reaching out and over
Etched into the serrated edge
Envy cordoned into plastic packets.
Zones in the atmosphere, cold, moderate
Igneous paradigm, fortune corroded
Neo-polemic, butchered and stolen
Gangrene outlived, shaped then broken.
Water trickles from the heights
Acres of snow held gifts for giving
Silent plateaus, hands unwilling
Thermal decay, by the broken shafts.
Everyone is awake, in a second life, perhaps
But sold on desolation
My goals remain, stubbornly
Here.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Thu 5th Jun 2014 23:31
brilliant David-as usual.xx