Craving

Fractious clouds declare a presence of idle worry,

Monster gales stopping short of angry screams,

Desire and passion eaten by razor teeth of biting wind,

Waking to ride and hear the howl of procrastination.

 

The warmth of rapture hiding beneath a sad blanket,

While bleeding light escapes too early,

Push against its splattering shadows!

Rise and set a destination!

Clip time and turn the wheels!

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