Sidewalk Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

Heat born motion:
In these blurry days, As sensations
Slowly spreading do less
Work upon the mind, The
Sharp abruptness brings
About the piercing cold of resolution.
Though natural land
Burns not for half as fierce, true
Extremes
Reveal the heart in silence.
As artificial as the sun,
Within the room,
Within the walls.
For a time, they sleep:
Dry and slow, unfeeling. As
Though hot breath inspires
Anew, and
Every day is gone forever.
Chaff to blow
And drums along,
Cracked as each rattle
Meter at a time.
Just as we travel, tossed
Along over each and every break
Upon the pathway, widened by
The heat of
Blurry days.