Rare Field Ceiling

Out on the ice A volunteer puts powder on a sled So far there are no signs of what the packet said Out on the ice If looking through a telescope Is looking down a wall The mind is charmed and flatness now is depth The wide white tower sheer There he clings Soaked bat Then what spectrum gleams beside the tower base? He sees it in the evening through the window square Out on the ice He swoons, his water boils Yes, he nodded and a star was born Provisions and a helicopter plan The faintest glim inside the skin A feather brushed his neck Some color shifting in the blood There he clings Soaked bat Looks out Looks down He swoons, his water boils What spectrum gleams beside the tower base? He sees it in the evening through the window square

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Blue silence walks below the flood Through hallways dressed in living green The veining of a pyramid The blindness of a water dream The glint above the swollen tree The shrimp inside the pillowcase No heat No beach No dust No, this one is new A taste, or lack, or wartime trick Derivative of laughing Leaden circle in the air Falling bright chime on rippling street And another, hanging there Turn back, they closed the road The capsule welded shut and slapped The fishermen will shake their heads But first Don’t look away The bird became an eel

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Slipping rib Gas station fume The stalled out wind put fingers on me The meadow line showed darkness to me Light delusion curtain Old black mouth garage roared open Damp rope teeth Sharp baleen breath Blue tarp wrinkled tongue said something Unfinished thought A massive shape is falling She is calving We are close Great slipping rib Gas station fume Above an eerie light is forming A massive shape is falling We are close Don’t know the height I can no longer see the forest in this light

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Systemic day Magnificent size Snapping flag Bleach trail In the fountain spray Odor Of the mountain Courtyard built too tight for sun Dark plants Drank soap and licked the wall Bright at the top Nutrient painting Fruit limped through the blossom melted Dropped off at the station humming Hangdog wrung the words Bell still ringing from the strike Men against the fountain base Rags after a spill Systemic day Magnificent size Snapping flag Bleach trail In the fountain spray Odor Of the mountain Nutrient painting The plans had great rooms to the west Designed to strike Magnificent size

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Rare field shook the plane Earthly creak at great height The pilot tapped the glass inside the starling’s mind Pitched through birdcage or church Hovered lightly on a child tune Heavy blossom Plastic decoration Oxygen mask Blue smoke leaf plume touched the apse A finger in the eye Have you got my transmission? Did you know me? I defected, boss Now decorate me Mask me with a smell I’m in the air now and Nothing can help me to the ground

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Falling flight shell Maritime flare Is the capsule sealed? No tear No tear

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025