Breaking beautiful
22 July 2016

Plenty lack
Land of abundance
Growling call
Heads that fall
Watching the morrows rewind
Into lost stardom
Pacing free
Tangled black spiders
In webs three
Upon knee
I beseech the spinning wheels
Harrowing the reels
Eggshells crack
Breaking beautiful
Layers ooze
Ozone’s scar
We retrieve what we now are
Beyond the faces
Reading of the poem:

Beautiful Ones – Poets of the Fall