Verdigris Fantasies

Daily writing prompt

Are there things you try to practice daily to live a more sustainable lifestyle?

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Slide into a soliloquy, the colour of verdigris fantasies
 like a forest of history forced into procrastination
 Collars on every tree, each leaf and stem
 beginning to manifest dreams
 I reset every grain of upset sand - beg for the secrets
 and gather snow-flowers among the impure shapes of gravel

Finding accrestions of adventure, and all is quiet and bright
 like the last moment of a well hidden in a ruin
 Abstract of a philosophy of ruin
 Fluctuating the advantages of rainwater until the mechanism
 is spent from its own motion. Take all the rose moments
 into abeyance. Sleep in storms

Until the circle closes from touch.
 Spite is the growth of stones and locust's dreams
 and the labours of everything.