Verse's Teeth I

Draft i

In my coffee cradle

built for one.

Surrounded by empty spirit vessels-

The mist is pulling back

and the frost thaws in 

a lapse of loss.

Every bourbon soaked sunrise

rings bereavement for

the sullen specter.

I remember,

when his eyes 

matured into mine.

The realization;

To remove the sequence chains

means to never fight their grip.

To miss their indention, 

is to extract the verse's teeth;

the idiom is adrift,

transposed for

a thought.

For retrospection.

For cackling ivories.

Reviews

[Kristallo]

Phenomenal.

The realization... To remove the sequence chains... Means to never fight their grip.. compelling. With every new piece, you excel. I love this. Keep writing