see

see these trees filter light through baited sighs, lighting past roses breaking on chosen wrath. ringing bathtubs, rubbing rusty dusty highways. biplanes devour skylanes, whining through the wiffowills. spilling spells through foggy mountaintops, towering over the mops that drop frivolously. skinny roads are walked, chocked full of twists and turns, yearning to reach a final destination that simply continues to further itself from the hoard. bored of the sinew that ties us all into one sloppy spaghetti mess. looking for something les then what they think we should be blessed with. breaking evenly through menial barriers to come to realizations that provide stabilization in broken motions. floating through bloated memories of oversalted seas. the breeze through fair skinned creaks. meeting and seeding.