04-05-2017, 05:50 AM
Echolocation
Evacuate cave,
sweeping high frequencies, screaming.
Night cipher; raw ears in search for warped reflection.
In my mirror I can see frail liars, snacks, sorry animals,
choice echoes.
necessary sustenance .
No flier would dispute the upside down relief,
closed wings, new again, the soak
of silent guns in snug tunnels.
A muted tomb.
Evacuate cave,
sweeping high frequencies, screaming.
Night cipher; raw ears in search for warped reflection.
In my mirror I can see frail liars, snacks, sorry animals,
choice echoes.
necessary sustenance .
No flier would dispute the upside down relief,
closed wings, new again, the soak
of silent guns in snug tunnels.
A muted tomb.