titled untitled I jeo wrote this at 11:05 am • Filed under Breakaway Neurons •

the sun and the moon,
the skies of a lost planet,
a piece of the skin,
the lines and the lament.

of horizons, of souls,
of jackals and dreaming crows.

the slide of the stars,
that lies on the forehead,
a glimpse of the iris,
the songs from a drifting bed.

of horizons, of bodies,
of wolves and weeping trees.

the hundred hand waves,
the hollow of the circles,
a fold on the frown,
the run of mere mortals.

of horizons, of lights,
of a tired condor’s flight.

of horizons, of defeat,
of winning a heartless beat.