Three by Three Stacked
No place to lay head
So rung after rung presents
Stacking to heaven
The Demon of God
Messenger and Mechanic
Each staking their claim
Each claiming their post
On night not so much becalmed
But a moonless dark
The ship maintains form
As quarters four fill pockets
And I fill the voids
Abyssally pure
Which is to say in the end
Each shines a silver
Not overloaded
Two steps across line improved
Greatly over one
So I stack quarters
These stacking nicely against/within
A night so empty
"Not always Villains
Threaten hull of The 5 Wood
Sometimes it's silence/boredom."
Comments
Post a Comment