This is how memories die


Thunder has little patience
Winding above dead mountains
Wet rocks in a flash of lightning
This is nature whispering warnings
Brightly, brightly
Why am I kneeling?
The eyes open
Simple, bodiless angels in blue
Flying through lightning
And rivers of wet rocks
Brightly, brightly
The fringes of halos
Our combined breath
Years of star strength
Split heavenward
Burned out and drowned

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