Z by Cassandra Leigha
black sheep, smoke
and mirrors, people
smiling, feint
and parry
caught
in
this crystal lattice
subatomically
alluring, vibrating
with wanderlust, pushing
against the sky
with deft hands
more afraid
of blind
shipwreck than
forced annihilation
vehemently flicking sparks
into the night
Z,
never be
complacent.
at dusk, the carillon
bells sound
the death of
a small prospect
like unmatched potential
spread thin
over
the farthest
reaches of
an expanding universe
10/06/2011 Posted on 10/07/2011 Copyright © 2024 Cassandra Leigh
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