Sunday, September 9





















Into the air ..


Breathe,
blue sky
is catching up

misty eyed
galloping sight

When it began
it was initiated
right

when it swam
the surface
encapsuled
the living daylights

the thoughts
processed within
never could it
obey
chased it to grey

Into thin air
is essence
of everything
seemingly
light

Turned blue
has everything
shadowed by black,
baked to sunlight

the distant skies
and my book
of dreams

the white clouds
and
my thoughtless
schemes

The bloated ink marks
that painfully
obey

the blank babble
of absymality
not going away ...

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