I walk alleys and avenues of broken roads.
Black tops eroded from years of punishing
Rainfall, passerbys and time.
After a hard rain, shallow mirrors open up,
Revealing an unyielding world on its head.
It seems, as I walk amidst the distinguished,
Cracks, chips and pebbles that this moment,
Both real and a memory is everlasting.
Overcast, both dismal and hopeful, I read
Between the skylines of the upsidedown.
I breath in this parallel, I write it all down,
A collection of neverhaves.
A creation that is mine for the making, or
For the taking, should I wish.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
I walk alleys and avenues of broken roads.
Black tops eroded from years of punishing
Rainfall, passerbys and time.
After a hard rain, shallow mirrors open up,
Revealing an unyielding world on its head.
It seems, as I walk amidst the distinguished,
Cracks, chips and pebbles that this moment,
Both real and a memory is everlasting.
Overcast, both dismal and hopeful, I read
Between the skylines of the upsidedown.
I breath in this parallel, I write it all down,
A collection of neverhaves.
A creation that is mine for the making, or
For the taking, should I wish.
