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Wrapping the sky
around shoulders of grief,
prepared shuffles of aimless motion
in time,
a hood of moons
transpire to illuminate,
conveying the dissolution
of reason and rhyme,
as logic takes a bullet and bites the dust
resplendent in a cloak
of transparent darkness swirling,
a veil drops
like the final curtain,
with the august play about to commence,
the actors, forward,
taking a bow of silence,
to an absent audience who do not care,
the arrival at platform zero,
of nowhere,
travelling to nothing on a vacant train,
an instant express to the heart
of the void,
carrying hallucinations
in a purse
of stars,
Promise rides a chariot of blessing,
yielding a gift
sugar coated in
images and
words.
© Pagan Paul (11/04/18)
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