Unfortunate Strings

Stretched tightly across the threshold of this life are strings of loveWhose vibrations once resonated voraciouslyThat now lie feverish in their idlenessRust settles across the once well polished wiresDecaying in the acrid air of insipidityPerfect in their imperfectionSlender in their imaginationForm beneath functionAnd function under-formed Craving delicate touches of angelic fingersThe disenfranchised diluvial dreamSomehow stillContinue reading “Unfortunate Strings”