Last Sonnet

byLauren Hynde©

 I take this chaos
 for my home

desertion of hands
shaped as grenades

lips lighter than day
resisting steal's temper

animal communion
in mechanical glades

sweat grown into rivers
in the edge of parched eyes

dry lips revisit
of inner peace

     tomorrow, I'll drink sun
     where tonight - dust.

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