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KC Sep 2020
Orange oceans
without depth,
nor shade
remain
never-blue.
KC Sep 2020
Hanging from the sky :
a summit, a toe, a hope, and
those that the fingertip can't reach.
Without doubt, it stays asleep.
Until serendipity embraces
dreams into wakefulness.
At that—reality coincidentally doubts itself,
and forever will illusions be given the
confidence to live.
KC Sep 2020
When the world is new, gone are the old.
Here where houses grow first than trees.
More men born in shrinking lands.
Women buried under protest for reality.
So mother is ever sicker.
When will she be free!
8/27/2019
KC Sep 2020
Timid trees dry easily,
underneath are brazen roots;
veiled with shades of soil.
wandering as anxiety wilts
Growing in one place.
KC Sep 2020
After the unfelt,
Your consciousness
barely escapes the
gloomy word
Death,
so as it is forgotten,
a shower from rain
pushes your shoulder to your chest,
and
the thought of rain piercing the heart
made you kneel to the ground,
submerging you into a pause
yet silence did not come after,
only the brightening of the dark sky
was felt but of no relief.
KC Sep 2020
To the recipient;
not yourself,
nor myself,
nor the reader,
but the one i forgot the name of
KC Sep 2020
Sorrows thrown into the river of styx.
Proselytising raindrops to teardrops.
Cry me an alter alternate reality.
Dark abstruse universe within me.
Water ran a blithe obscurity.
Now, give your last line.
one of the July series , but on the thirty-first.
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