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A fire place in the summer A most serene scene. Burning potential, waiting patiently For a cold soul. When the sun retreats in his orbit, Tilted ever slightly, only a few Celestial Degrees. I lay a deceased bouquet of flowers, A gift waiting to be burned open, Alive again. Potential energy Potential energy Potential energy Your life is a poem Your life is this Write it with passion Potential energy Potential energy Kinetic The moon behind her clouds She sits boastful and proud. The sun shining his rays Smiling Knowing he will be here until the end of days. I bow my head in pensive knowledges, Knowing That gods meet the same fate as man. Potential energy Potential Energy Kinetic
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
Scene from a summer porch
A fire place in the summer A most serene scene. Burning potential, waiting patiently For a cold soul. When the sun retreats in his orbit, Tilted ever slightly, only a few Celestial Degrees. I lay a deceased bouquet of flowers, A gift waiting to be burned open, Alive again. Potential energy Potential energy Potential energy Your life is a poem Your life is this Write it with passion Potential energy Potential energy Kinetic The moon behind her clouds She sits boastful and proud. The sun shining his rays Smiling Knowing he will be here until the end of days. I bow my head in pensive knowledges, Knowing That gods meet the same fate as man. Potential energy Potential Energy Kinetic
Written on my porch staring at my dead fireplace in August
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
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