AirSky

We shall rebuild our home
with it's own ashes
as time wears on
and lightening crashes
where has teh wind gone?
it cannot have so quickly died
like the glint of your teeth
every time you lied
the glint was flecked
in an otherworldly light
a ship was wrecked
so a dream took flight
caressing the sore backs
of ever changing winds
filling the cracks
and lifting the hinge
of ripe yello fruits
the spoils of war
ripe against slender shoots
shaken to hte core
dripping lusty juices
belying the innocence inside
isomorphic tools- so many uses
bitten nails- trying to hide
explosions abound
to restore peace to the land
the sky and the ground
their mixing; so grand
the final crescendo
of a grotesque symphony
I shoot rockets on my nintendo
inside and outide- perfect harmony