So the world spins Inner discourse thinning In the wake of daylight Muted blues shift crimson And the halcyon light floods my vision I remain saturnine The inner tenebrae of my dusky soul My personal shadowland sedulous manifestos etched across my heart the tattooed movement cadence of oblivion stained by the purpura Of bleeding dreams
Apollo rides grandiose Careening orb obliterates the dusk Yet my eyes rain myriad tears chase themselves forever obedient to that same gravity leaving me face down with nothing but wet earth and seeds dormant full of promise that never blooms My heart in the darkness Of a shuttered room
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just a ramble. If you're gonna be in a mood, you may as well squeeze a poem outta it.