the smudged sky

Make it Rain

Blighted Maya
Hip-priest / king
Throttles the sacrifice.

Make it rain.
Make it rain.

Gutter scribe rails
Potter shards
Incomplete—

Make it rain.
Make it rain.

Ten thousand talons
Shear the smudged
Sky.

Make it rain.
Make it rain.

Cries from the deepest
Cave benight
A forest—

Make it rain.
Make it rain.

“just remember i didn’t always speak like this / i once glistened like you / like you / i am an apostate of the dust.”

— Lukas Bacho / “Semblance”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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