Dreams in Decay.
A class of Aves.
proud,
full,
befallen.
Guava fruit, blackened by a moonless night.
Sun bleached limb, of an unknown tree. Those moments unnoticed, how dry it must be fell. Spilt oxygen, stained mint green.
Crass, nature of browns and reds.
Shiny object syndrome, smelling like sun. Bending,
stubborn,
reality.
Boundless form, breathe of life.
Dreary days, murky nights.
Miguel Aquilizan
2020
