She is ancient beauty , glowing dome in the night,
Approaching slowly, clawing deep impressions dragging through the muck.
To be bronzed for posterity.
Carrying SATOR dome on her back frozen lightning full of Lumens
flashing winking smirks in passing.
She looks everyone directly in the eye.
"Give me your old, tired, and worn. I guarantee, in me, a far better place; beyond your wildest dreams. "
The word is drafting lonely sticks and twigs into pairs around the edges of the derelict pond.
Retired custodians waiting to depart from polished station comfort.
No comments:
Post a Comment