Blue lines stretch
coursing blood
through firmament
pencil sketches,
guided hands
thumbing through
the tabbed void
opening spines
and blotting,
two dimensions
clasped, unclasping
three, reveal
the thump thump
thump of pumps
pulling blood to
the core, gravity
pulleys trailing
belts across the hides
of canvas unraveling
the fabric of
nothing.
Cog teething cog
spilling stars across
a blank, gaping maw
of known unknowns,
dragons skirting burnt edges
of the parchment of you,
the sphere of the world.
Deus ex machina:
enough of our machines,
like everything earthly
that comes from heaven,
I am composed of fire.
Written for free-verse poetry maven 's revolutionary poetry initiative The 100 Day Poetry Challenge [Advanced Group] undertaken for Steemit School where
will be hosting a daily poetry show at 5 PM GMT.
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