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 Aug 2020 Navina
SiouxF
Oblivious
 Aug 2020 Navina
SiouxF
I sit here till long after dark
Oblivious
To all around me
Scribing my soul
Onto parchment
Words
Feelings
Actions
Unfinished
Left hanging
For evermore
Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last
yes I would like to climb to the top of your  hill
There you can tell me more about the breeze that flies me free
for I am old enough to love your steps and young enough to try
Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last;
Bring me your charms and all your steps, I am ready to advance  
pushing forward like the flower, bathing in the orange sun
I am on the summit of your summer ,
ready to  graze the verdant hills of my life , once more  ;
Far in the distance I hear the song of Ocarina,  
and I watch as  he plays the golden flute;  
Softly and keenly the spirit follows the groove of his tune
while the sun rises freely,  o'er the mountain until noon
Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last
give me the song of Ocarina, so I can dance on your festoon.

Written by: Mystic Rose
 Aug 2020 Navina
Ryan O'Leary
I have enough lead in my
head to commit suicide.

A plumb bob pendulum
a metallic metronome
a tinnitus of titanium.

Noisier than Niki Lauda's
Ferrari at the pitstop.

Eternally on the last lap
a paper chase leading to
a summit where there is
a meeting of insomniac
poets, on Pencil Hill.

— The End —