by fragmentedspeech

Morning sun bleaches the tummy of the toads

Doppler affection of cars on the roads


Dirt paths integrate themselves wherever your legs may go

Plants reform, plants breath and know


Little aphids buzz alongside other bugs

Blades that bend around your boots

and come up with tiny tugs


Sharp surrounds you in the thorny veil of night

Branches errode Majority’s once earned right

Dampness befall upon you bleachless

of the dark beach, but beachless


Dark, damp, subsequent and subtle

Absent is the lark’s daylight rebuttal


Revoked bones blissfully integrate themselves

Sinking to sailors below the Sea’s shelves

The bones bleached that blend with sea shells


never again to see themselves