Eyes Like Meteors

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Wings flap like a hollow husk, and

strut across deafening skies;

wings like an outstretched eagle’s demise, readying

to soar into the light-

weeping willows fall down, and all from under grow weary;

should the dawning of all to fall from under doth arise,

wilts demise will we belong, one and each-

 somewhere over the rainbow, a woman’s eyes spawn tears;

she is the weeping of every single woman;

nestled in the sum of all fears-

what’s good for the goose, is poison for the otter;

floating like a corpse;

should all people look up, and their eyes undress the skies,

peeled back, will be revealed, the source…

Copyrightcopyright November 6, 2016

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