quarta-feira, 6 de março de 2024

The macrocosm asunder

 Away
Just a millenium
Then returned in full
all will have changed so much
The world deposited into graves

Gone
centuries to dive away
a freak leviathan
vanished

Stepping off the planet
all business no air
stranded above the sky
centuries looking down

One of those well crafted rings of hell
where clouds are thrown about
across galaxies
like ghosts of vehicles

Ethereal realms
Bursting then shrinking
Like the sheep of our kind
with every tendency

without warning ripping and giving way
threads we are desperate to weave
loose and frayed
smiles frowns and mouthfuls

platforms to recieve
after a millenium so sleepy
the soil dark moist and heavy
the germinating seed

divides it with strong first root


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