A Cup Into The Droplet's Mind

I stand,

Looming 

Into infinite course

Where matter survives from the mind forged in droplets

Entering 

Building high her thirst, morning's

Murderous scythe

Wielding in ceaselessness,

As ceaseless into my darkness will

The domed sleeper slip,

Splintering ships made of lockets -

In these moments invested 

Are a trillion suns that are beckoning,

Warm and sheltering

Melting my derivatives over distances of distant plateau

Suns that one day

I must travel if to know,

Though I hold thus near in pale perspective view

Disassembling-

While cups in droplets soothe-

"That which is assembled 

has become your death in roots"

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Stunning foresight
I can see the moments you come to know other Suns as clear as my hand before me. Your words are savory to the tongue of This Sayer
( I refuse punctuation right now)

[Perdition]

Me too but it attacked me in the dark wet hungry moonless b*****d night when I was sleeping in the thrashes so...Thanks Canvas and missing the jams as well..so soon. Warm up those pipes and hugs

[Priscilla Sayers]

Yes soon
Hugs are of great need at this time Brother