So time to and move on and goodbye.
Like the strangers we were
in all the time we sojourn together.
unemotional be
for all it is a wistless life,
aeon in aeon:
meetings and partings
****** be the vogue,
mallet-smash the mirrors
them in the halls of
spirited dreams
barefooted walk on those shards then
red be they tinged, **** if they do
for there is a pleasure in this pain
always like this, rivers that rise
high up in the hills, swelling in the rain
die dry in the heartless dunes
and a piper sounds out the songs
caravans on horizon
that them streams carried
here into their graves
for deep somewhere
subterranean buried
lies a clothed casket
broken heart, sunken dream
so let us move on. you, on,
and I, to my dance
to each their own.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC
So time to and move on and goodbye.
Like the strangers we were
in all the time we sojourn together.
unemotional be
for all it is a wistless life,
aeon in aeon:
meetings and partings
****** be the vogue,
mallet-smash the mirrors
them in the halls of
spirited dreams
barefooted walk on those shards then
red be they tinged, **** if they do
for there is a pleasure in this pain
always like this, rivers that rise
high up in the hills, swelling in the rain
die dry in the heartless dunes
and a piper sounds out the songs
caravans on horizon
that them streams carried
here into their graves
for deep somewhere
subterranean buried
lies a clothed casket
broken heart, sunken dream
so let us move on. you, on,
and I, to my dance
to each their own.
