Heavy weighs the shifting song of briefly borrowed time.
Blameless though the pieces be, I'm captured by the rhyme.
Every little death and end makes whole its hallowed birth,
This wisdom ever lost on me, dumb to all it's worth.
Golden every stolen breath whispered into the storm.
The stars are ever laughing - for no one we perform.
Illusion keep us spellbound until the final scene,
Beautiful consistency our apathetic queen.
Nameless the tide racing ever towards fated return.
Formless every fickle tale that's feigning to discern.
Trustless any promises of a captured "there" or "then,"
Endless the joy and torment of "I remember when."
Burning engine roar your endless note forever more,
There is no alternative, self writing is the lore.
Icarus tell it again! The sun, the wind, the flight!
Only the sleep of water lends wakefulness to light.
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Author:
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This is pretty good.
Thank you very much
Good write!
Thank you!
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