Temporal Fugue
(Skull with clock eyes)
The darkness is a metaphor, for all we cannot see or know
like a foreboding open door, causing fear to grow
Traveler
(Suited up stick figure)
When the Poet becomes one with both mind and heart
Such fear shall be reflective within Ones art
Temporal Fugue
Gazing deep into the night, dark abyss, or devil's crack
knowing when to fight, and when to turn your back
Traveler
It is cold here and my words are merely steam
Turning in to droplets of less than they mean
Temporal Fugue
Ice gathers where it will, it denies all define
a sundering of stone, or vertebrae in spine
Traveler
Reluctantly we push that stone up an eternal hill of misplaced wells, only to tumble
Temporal Fugue
Picking up all the pieces, assembling it, like new
casting many pennies in, withdrawing, but a few
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
Temporal Fugue
(Skull with clock eyes)
The darkness is a metaphor, for all we cannot see or know
like a foreboding open door, causing fear to grow
Traveler
(Suited up stick figure)
When the Poet becomes one with both mind and heart
Such fear shall be reflective within Ones art
Temporal Fugue
Gazing deep into the night, dark abyss, or devil's crack
knowing when to fight, and when to turn your back
Traveler
It is cold here and my words are merely steam
Turning in to droplets of less than they mean
Temporal Fugue
Ice gathers where it will, it denies all define
a sundering of stone, or vertebrae in spine
Traveler
Reluctantly we push that stone up an eternal hill of misplaced wells, only to tumble
Temporal Fugue
Picking up all the pieces, assembling it, like new
casting many pennies in, withdrawing, but a few
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