Opening wounds
Revealing marvelous colors
once imagined
twice inverted,
piercing the make believe of consciousness.
Brushing the sky
with gloom and sunshine.
The seeds keep you narrow
with the thistles lovely arrows
wave, after wave.
Drifting,
the count down now
Four, 3, 2, 1.
Your back
Your shoulders
Shake a little
Your ears ring with a tickle
Obscenities to your oblivion
Rain
drips...
drops and pours
They keep growing.
The days end brings distress
to fill the streets with your cool bliss.
It's beginning,
swaying
with neon lights
As lanterns dry
a vintage night.
Opening
the gate to Acropolis
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 7:19 PM UTC
Opening wounds
Revealing marvelous colors
once imagined
twice inverted,
piercing the make believe of consciousness.
Brushing the sky
with gloom and sunshine.
The seeds keep you narrow
with the thistles lovely arrows
wave, after wave.
Drifting,
the count down now
Four, 3, 2, 1.
Your back
Your shoulders
Shake a little
Your ears ring with a tickle
Obscenities to your oblivion
Rain
drips...
drops and pours
They keep growing.
The days end brings distress
to fill the streets with your cool bliss.
It's beginning,
swaying
with neon lights
As lanterns dry
a vintage night.
Opening
the gate to Acropolis
