This star dust is litter
The last tree is hope
I held my eyes to the cold light
Of a burning cigarette.
A man with no legs
A mountain full of rain
Who then comes here
Without any pain?
Grasp all the open
empty branches of the mind;
Keep all that is wasted
In the warm sands of time.
Beyond the farthest horizon
Past all the known light;
Grows then, a simple memory
Of a sudden, single spark.
Jul 27, 2022
Jul 27, 2022 at 12:40 AM UTC
This star dust is litter
The last tree is hope
I held my eyes to the cold light
Of a burning cigarette.
A man with no legs
A mountain full of rain
Who then comes here
Without any pain?
Grasp all the open
empty branches of the mind;
Keep all that is wasted
In the warm sands of time.
Beyond the farthest horizon
Past all the known light;
Grows then, a simple memory
Of a sudden, single spark.
