as i descend into the mad sun
i visit blue brothels and calm green seas.
i rip cables out of butterflies
to suture my wounds.
i change my course,
to my Fate.
As Must
we all.
II
i've learned a great many things
about dead ends... they always start
where you live.
they bend the moon to your aspect.
the red death to a -
false hope.
with a real
hope.
and as much despair.
III
gather where ye may, the very laurels
of your heart. But, be neither spendthrift with your anguish -
nor copiously disarmed.
have your adventures where a god -
can pardon you...
For having less faith
than an abandoned
thought of You.
go only to return.
and burn your memoirs in the attic
to **** the dream.
leave no fingerprints in the vacuum.
wash your hands of the spiral -
and feel what
It Means.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
as i descend into the mad sun
i visit blue brothels and calm green seas.
i rip cables out of butterflies
to suture my wounds.
i change my course,
to my Fate.
As Must
we all.
II
i've learned a great many things
about dead ends... they always start
where you live.
they bend the moon to your aspect.
the red death to a -
false hope.
with a real
hope.
and as much despair.
III
gather where ye may, the very laurels
of your heart. But, be neither spendthrift with your anguish -
nor copiously disarmed.
have your adventures where a god -
can pardon you...
For having less faith
than an abandoned
thought of You.
go only to return.
and burn your memoirs in the attic
to **** the dream.
leave no fingerprints in the vacuum.
wash your hands of the spiral -
and feel what
It Means.
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