Whirligig

All the eyes dreamed up all the gazes                                                                     As they gave away their remaining graces                                                          While the trains screamed goodbyes to all their stations                                    And the virgins were relieved of their belated patience.                                  They’d settled on the sentiments that seemed the least complacent                       And shivered inside situations born out of self-abasement                                 Until they hovered in the space between dirt and evaporation                                When the swerve of their surges became their deprivation.                                Then the clouds were cancelled in a cadence of aching                                     And the sounds of their hours were heard whilst awaiting                                   The surprised revisions of their everyday changes                                                As the shit of their spirits transformed into angels.

(19/07/2018)