the colossi of oblivion
roam interplanetary barrens--
wearing ashen garlands
that drip flame.
watching the flames float away, eaten by
the concept less crush of what ceases no end.
hopelessly lost to the relative,
their consciousness continually
expanding...in meditative blasts.
(shedding cherry blossoms, & babbling brooks)
Arthurian swords pulled out of
the stones of more advanced minds--
blindfolded initiations that wield
event horizons.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
the colossi of oblivion
roam interplanetary barrens--
wearing ashen garlands
that drip flame.
watching the flames float away, eaten by
the concept less crush of what ceases no end.
hopelessly lost to the relative,
their consciousness continually
expanding...in meditative blasts.
(shedding cherry blossoms, & babbling brooks)
Arthurian swords pulled out of
the stones of more advanced minds--
blindfolded initiations that wield
event horizons.
