Tuesday 15 January 2019

The Evolution of Bright

Never says a word
Likes to talk
Girls are going with her
Time to walk
We don't give a damn
At those limits
Those limits of the sea

Shift our shape
Our entire family
Is a state of mind
Living surreal
Black, white, grey
Spore, leaf, moss
Greenest blood
I am given new life
At those limits

Illicit love, forever
Pen to letter
At night-time
They can see us better
My love

Unborn, barren, dead
Slept my beauty
Alone in shattered glass
Those hurricanes
At the limits

The kingdom came
In colours bleeding
Where branches held the sea
Keeper of leaves
Churches in the canopy

The evolution
The evolution of bright
At those limits

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