When the universe cried that night
a comet dripped from its eye and soared
and the swan began to sing.
The black top, filled with stars,
studded the sky with neon chalkdust
when the universe cried that night.
The hummingbird placed its heartbeat on a
string and music rumbled through the chord
and the swan began to sing
of jealous owl, who stole the sound.
He chants sophomoric questions that ignored
When Universe cried at night.
Verol wolf drums a pawing beat in time
with the borealis: a hunting homily running toward
The swan. Begin to sing
of falling shores and crumbling streets to caverns unexplored;
of a melody of larks slaughtered 'cross the cutting board.
When the universe cried that night
The swan began to sing.
© 2014 Lex Vex
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