Buildings

Think of the days when I, had too much of the things we found. Resistance died down, fell on frozen soil. Bleed a little, for a different day. Going deeper to come away. On the concrete sky, I saw the buildings rise, but keep our lights, in shadow still. In the wind's eye, where our reflection dies, glass shrines of muted will. Dead is the time that I, see from here on out, this burial ground. One more down, and buildings recoil. On the concrete sky, I saw the buildings rise, but keep our lights, in shadow still. In the wind's eye, where our reflection dies, glass shrines of muted will. On the concrete sky, I saw the buildings rise, but keep our lights, in the shadow still.