A second rewrite been editing the archives again
Kiyo Murakami
Your tectonic heart
Gathers breadth
The air is sullen, commiserate
It scatters momentum-
Hissing black daisies
That fracture and wilt
Over asphalt
Their deranged shadows
A funeral procession,
Swallowing entire thoroughfares
And veins too tight for ingress.
Soiled rainbows pool inside
Your tumescent pupils
It’s your sorrow I see
In the storm’s distillation
The reflection of your brooding silence
That stymied heart of thorns,
Incomprehensible in greeting.
These clouds,
The color of pumice,
Form a defensive blanket,
Snuffing out all
Adversarial bodies of light
Eyes closed
You turn 180 degrees
And withdraw,
A distinct continent
mindlovemisery 
some real feel ing in this…imagining a heart of thorns…the sorrow in the storms distilation was another line that jumped out at me….the use of words in this is great…
Thanks so much Brian!
Hissing black daisies – so evocative!
Thanks Bianca!
The daisy line also jumped out at me…
Somewhere I read that there’s a black rose.
Really it is a deep deep purple, I think.
Just doesn’t seem at all right a flower should be hissing.
But it fits the mood.
Thanks for stopping by… my ‘Mush’.
Unique is in the eye of the beholder.
And I think editing or re-writing your own stuff is just fine.
~Ina
Thanks so much Ina =) I do love playing with imagery