oblivion, July 31, 2018, 11:43:40 – 11:45:03

we don’t understand ducks.
as hope shatters so winter comes.
make the image of a god from wood that won’t rot.
people change size just before they fall asleep.
the ghosts are breathing our air.
makes, grows within,swells,colours.
the farmer chews his lip on his way to supper.
humming of the rain when the heavens reel by.
lacking in taste.