In the end of it all
flowers, stone, and deaths call
ravaging relatives: attentive for the will
of the will… In complete awe
still
and placed shall remain
nor kingdom of glory or tortured flame
for only reflection exists in the perishing hour
where cloaked friends, and tea time sour.
And there shall en root thoughts to show
how it was, for lines of life to grow
mirror, figments and snippets of all that pass
lag judgment on all spent on green equivalency last.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
In the end of it all
flowers, stone, and deaths call
ravaging relatives: attentive for the will
of the will… In complete awe
still
and placed shall remain
nor kingdom of glory or tortured flame
for only reflection exists in the perishing hour
where cloaked friends, and tea time sour.
And there shall en root thoughts to show
how it was, for lines of life to grow
mirror, figments and snippets of all that pass
lag judgment on all spent on green equivalency last.
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