Over and over the ride awaits
A carriage good and sound
A go, to go, forego, we go
and now the round spins!--
tilts on it's axis no more or,
freeform expression a painting perhaps
is the picture's muse or brush
it lacks
Over and over the ride awaits
A carriage good and sound
A go, to go, forego, we go
and now the round spins!--
tilts on it's axis no more or,
freeform expression a painting perhaps
is the picture's muse or brush
it lacks
My friends are not Australia but I wish they were. Because if they were, then there would be no world where I have to save them from doom scrolling thousands of perfect bodies that a 13 year old can't and shouldn't have.
He pleads and begs with knees rusty and matted
Feet of vines to soak the fall not bound like his wife's
before Dysentery dragged His sword
into her glowing heart.
A guarded truth of us
We turn the pages
One by one
For we are the stories
Without endings
Like mirages that only come true through
a cloaked gaze
They are dug into history
Encrypted with prints
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