Everything ends in weightless decay
A martyr so that the nebula continues
to tick away
Stones and sediment that give you
clues to immortality
The flesh will wither up but your
bones are here to stay
Drunk on stargazing and sweaty beaten trails
That demand your soles, itching for
unbeknownst horizons
Titillation deep in the canyons
on your forever soul
Etching out your ambitions on
the wind to carry them further
than you legs can go
Whittling down as burning sulfur, smog
induced lungs
Bright eyes on the stretching horizon somewhere
out there to call home
The days are getting younger, you
continue to gray and become what
once you never thought was possible;
old
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
Everything ends in weightless decay
A martyr so that the nebula continues
to tick away
Stones and sediment that give you
clues to immortality
The flesh will wither up but your
bones are here to stay
Drunk on stargazing and sweaty beaten trails
That demand your soles, itching for
unbeknownst horizons
Titillation deep in the canyons
on your forever soul
Etching out your ambitions on
the wind to carry them further
than you legs can go
Whittling down as burning sulfur, smog
induced lungs
Bright eyes on the stretching horizon somewhere
out there to call home
The days are getting younger, you
continue to gray and become what
once you never thought was possible;
old
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