undulating, waves in a dream;
white owl slipping eyes through me,
gleaming in the night
aloft with arcane insight
strange, bewitching mind prism
reflecting self contextually
speaking echoes voicelessly
like puffs of smoke erasing me:
there is no thorn in my foot
while i limp down the road
drenched in the fading red sun
i am the fog at dusk
somewhere beyond the veil,
in a misplaced pocket of time
i hear the laughter of raucous celebration
not in shimmering marble halls
but amongst the pariah
under the bridge, emanating heart-song
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 12:47 AM UTC
undulating, waves in a dream;
white owl slipping eyes through me,
gleaming in the night
aloft with arcane insight
strange, bewitching mind prism
reflecting self contextually
speaking echoes voicelessly
like puffs of smoke erasing me:
there is no thorn in my foot
while i limp down the road
drenched in the fading red sun
i am the fog at dusk
somewhere beyond the veil,
in a misplaced pocket of time
i hear the laughter of raucous celebration
not in shimmering marble halls
but amongst the pariah
under the bridge, emanating heart-song
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