Syllables collect like vacant shells
on a shore of nonconformity.
Willing the thoughts now washing up
to be converged vividly.
We gaze at many horizons,
collecting upon us, are we to be
washed away...
Or will our reflections be that
which we swim within,
be that which we heed in word..
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
Syllables collect like vacant shells
on a shore of nonconformity.
Willing the thoughts now washing up
to be converged vividly.
We gaze at many horizons,
collecting upon us, are we to be
washed away...
Or will our reflections be that
which we swim within,
be that which we heed in word..
