Petals, drawn out of eyes,
Washing on, running on
From the place they laid upon.
A mind full of symmetry,
Mindful of jealousy
Moving forth to shortcomings,
Laid flat in the long-term
Of a presidency voted in by grief,
Washing ashore, eyes to seek
The stagnancy in the idle blue
Of skies that never drop,
With hearts that never stop.
Wandering with cruel disclosure
Upon a face of pain’s exposure.
Weeping for a glance,
That never left winter’s moisture
Beneath the eyes, where the rain
Fell only to remain
With the half-broken heart,
Then to a man’s shattered knees.
Modern Romanticism 