#oldtribe
A continuity of effortless mannerisms,
a cusp connected to the plague.
Zombies developing in the desolate plains,
roaming through streets,
implementing a quietus to civil beasts.
Fragile eyes fall upon cries,
the beggars fighting through darkness,
waiting for refuge, waiting to be rescued.
A cataclysmic rupture awakes,
provoking the urge to participate,
consumed by chaos, left behind to imitate.
Invoking subtle voices,
calling from a distance, caressing layers,
penetrating deeper through the shell.
A seed of knowledge planted, exfoliating the mind
an epoch of change, a doorway opened, a passage granted,
a new reign.
Sprouting directly through me,
a nuance shatters geriatric existences,
forcing drastic redirection,
conspiring an out burst, breaking the cocoon,
learning to levitate, traveling the universe,
vanishing from the ocean of lies
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC