BUCKLEY BOY
Caressing half-sounds
Stumbling your stories
Under star-snake glories
Round the flickered embers
Did silence shake you
And tear you apart
As desperate loss
Tracked endless plains?
Dying in your dreams
When the cord tightens
Did your execution
Proceed as seemed it must?
How many atrocities
Were buried in the sand
And laid aside
Then brought to hand?
Years without kindred
Did you lose control
Find communion dead
And cease expression
Traversing the empty spaces
In dark companion?
Did you long for traces
Of what was told?
In the waste and fever
Did regret ride high
Chaffing the leaver
Chiding the loser why
So many roads were tried
Through trackless wastes
Where stream beds lied
And haste led back?
Walking on the edge
Of no escape
Left on hillsides
By your last mistake
When the dark broke in
Was an icy flaw
The token endpoint
Holding a wider line?
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
BUCKLEY BOY
Caressing half-sounds
Stumbling your stories
Under star-snake glories
Round the flickered embers
Did silence shake you
And tear you apart
As desperate loss
Tracked endless plains?
Dying in your dreams
When the cord tightens
Did your execution
Proceed as seemed it must?
How many atrocities
Were buried in the sand
And laid aside
Then brought to hand?
Years without kindred
Did you lose control
Find communion dead
And cease expression
Traversing the empty spaces
In dark companion?
Did you long for traces
Of what was told?
In the waste and fever
Did regret ride high
Chaffing the leaver
Chiding the loser why
So many roads were tried
Through trackless wastes
Where stream beds lied
And haste led back?
Walking on the edge
Of no escape
Left on hillsides
By your last mistake
When the dark broke in
Was an icy flaw
The token endpoint
Holding a wider line?
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