Light seeps through the
Window cadences of rhythm
Like a heartbeat
Of true intentions
Misconceptions dodge the soul
Dust particles pass my face
Proving I’m still alive
Somewhere inside
This shell
At night my astrolabe
Can not contain the measures
Of uneasiness and skepticism arising
In this government induced anxiety
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
Light seeps through the
Window cadences of rhythm
Like a heartbeat
Of true intentions
Misconceptions dodge the soul
Dust particles pass my face
Proving I’m still alive
Somewhere inside
This shell
At night my astrolabe
Can not contain the measures
Of uneasiness and skepticism arising
In this government induced anxiety