word counts

 | resonant resonant
 | afar reach eight
 | shape central landsc
 | the fault blue          


 Every morning I saw pillars of smoke
 and thought the city was on fire.

   They were always the pipes of a thermal power plant
    which pushed clouds of mist to the black skies.

      I was never surprised:
       nothing would change that day.


                                                 she's aware she
                                                 bears a wingspan
                                                 ...and her heart went into a shameless delirium