In trails of souls traveling
Smiles listless in halls of crunching treads
Whispering currents of beautiful agony
Warmth in seams of Siberian air
An epidermal sop in sleet of thrills
Cold slithers up hairs from beneath trunks
Sad oscillation of deserted cradles
Groaning mezzanine within flurry of passage birds.
A wrench in thoughts
Turnip amidst a herd and
the banks of solitary turbulence
Flowers blossoms to smile
Weeds an outgrowth of uproot.
Within tide and sands
Seconds poll the letters
Upon which these ripples undulate
Threads hunt into walls
Of these burgeons in the dark.
From drops of crack pitch
On tars of whispering unreal
and avenues of empty bins
Rustles banners on swipes of wind
Lost in mindless bore
Of an unrealistic panting.
Cave within these quagmire
Clutching shadows of passing houses
Flakes fall in salty tear of white
Filling buckets of endless drainage.