Jeff

A Ballad of Excellent Destruction
2001-08-15 08:30:58 (UTC)

alas...

they spotted it in the sky
stuck still in a spinning motion
closing our sight, past wide open
retelling the light
were scarecrows stand, lonely land
stabbing the night, surrender...

true telling enigma,
touching the mind, its only the
current pulling,only the motion
fearing the untold,
feeling so slow,
each chapter turning with my sun
if the beginning never begun

who told the starlit truths
for what reason, explain the turning,
the seasons, scattered across
the endless lose, peaceful winters
some so cold, warmth worth gold


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