Balancing the cup
Brimming with bright, golden summer
Orangey summer
Balancing it hard?
Lest it spills over the blessed reed
But it gravitates with heavy summer
It can balance itself,
I guess
Neck deep in warm, neon summer
Drowning in droplets
Running towards an empty ocean!
The lights though are peeping hard
Through the windows of our tombstones
The graveyard is set…just waiting to be shut
The headstones placed in urban order!
The end route is planned and mapped
From six feet deep, echoing skywards
Amber kissing erect urbanities
Deathly erect
The light burns
Mimicking life in our tombstones
But the cup still is warm
Bubbling hot summer
Let me sip some more then
Pour me some more
Till the lights run out
The coil burns round in wispy circles
And the dead asserts the life mantle
Pour me till then
Take thee the honour!
GOD pours me more!
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