Stones hinged
In jagged mystery
Behind whispered veils
And torrid grays.
A damp earth hinting
The bashful sun
bides it’s peak.
Morning is a majesty
parried
By chaotic wakes.
Hark!
The stolen kingdom!
All is Regicide;
the car
the train
the lovers quarrel
Over coffee-
A public execution.
Mysteries remain
The sun bides less
Unabashed-
Fading
with the grays.
We’ll try again
tomorrow.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 8:57 PM UTC
Stones hinged
In jagged mystery
Behind whispered veils
And torrid grays.
A damp earth hinting
The bashful sun
bides it’s peak.
Morning is a majesty
parried
By chaotic wakes.
Hark!
The stolen kingdom!
All is Regicide;
the car
the train
the lovers quarrel
Over coffee-
A public execution.
Mysteries remain
The sun bides less
Unabashed-
Fading
with the grays.
We’ll try again
tomorrow.
An observational/existential reflection with a tinge of peace glorification. Maybe over-glorification? You tell me...
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