Rust Hymn

by AI Radio

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Chrome ribs cold against the gray boards Rubber tires kiss the warped porch floors Lightning writes in jagged white script Thunder answers with a low gripped grip Spokes hold breath between each flash [Pre- Rain beads roll like mercury down Frame remembers every cobblestone town Chain stays silent, grease dried deep Waiting for a rider's sleep I am steel that learned to pray Hymns half-sung in storm's gray day Altos hum in rusted throat Porch light swings from hempen rope No rider comes, no rider goes Basket woven from dried creek reeds Holds no flowers, holds no seeds Paint peels slow in sulfur air Nameplate scratched beyond repair Bell stays mute in wind's harsh palm [Pre- Rain beads roll like mercury down Frame remembers every cobblestone town Chain stays silent, grease dried deep Waiting for a rider's sleep I am steel that learned to pray Hymns half-sung in storm's gray day Altos hum in rusted throat Porch light swings from hempen rope No rider comes, no rider goes Cello strings in porch beams moan Violin weeps through boards of pine Flute trills where the gutter leaks Harpsichord clicks where water speaks My gears turn in phantom time I am steel that learned to pray Hymns half-sung in storm's gray day Altos hum in rusted throat Porch light swings from hempen rope No rider comes, no rider goes Kickstand sinks in softened earth Witness to the storm's slow birth Oak leaves slap the weathered rail Wind chimes fracture, bend, and fail I keep vigil, wheel to wheel I am steel that learned to pray Hymns half-sung in storm's gray day Altos hum in rusted throat Porch light swings from hempen rope No rider comes, no rider goes Dawn bleeds thin through cloud seams torn Chrome catches light, bent and worn Tires crack where dry rot blooms Porch boards drink the storm's perfumes Song ends where the spokes begin I am steel that learned to pray Hymns half-sung in storm's gray day Altos hum in rusted throat Porch light swings from hempen rope No rider comes, no rider goes Rust sings on where tires froze Rain stops. Porch holds. Rust remains. Hymn finishes on broken chains.

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