sense of blue gray is
overwhelming the world
seeping through my
corners, eaves, its
shading my eyes
i'm submitting to
its will... to its
lethargy...
i dance to slow
almost nonexistant beats
manipulating tints of
midnight ocean as its
near tangibility moves to smother
and nurture
me
small pillows of
stormy sky soften my steps
as i leap past piles of ashes
that culminate to an orgastic
peak and i whisper my goodbyes
to the wind
leaving a kiss in the air
i walk away from its lethargy...
its will... its almost nonexistant beats
and its near tangibility crash
before me as i strive
to reach red orange