Story-Driven Heartbeat (Poem)

Crashing in between blooms

violet in their separate moons,

we summarize our own ruins

brewing–individual Junes.

 

Heartlace, ebony base.

The strings of your song are withered, yet long.

Beating at tether, minding the nether

entropic veins are sewn.

 

Seen last, along falling light. Cast,

like shadows into melting dusk.

Semblance of weather and, story-driven center–

“leave the fan on blast.”

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