Who would know the sky if they can only see the clouds
Soaring higher in flight in melodramatic motion
Evanescence fluidity and imperfection all flow into presence of yourself
Expurgation , Disappearing vanishing
Recrudescence in ignominy
Like Icarus in the sun wax melting on aegis wings an arcana shining brightly in a flashing moment of brilliance
Great work, really vivid. I'm gonna follow you and I suggest you follow me too @peggy.lou We poets need to stick together and it would be really cool if you could check out some of my work :)