No meaning


Silence sounds volumes,


a tar pit memory desensitized feeling,


mortal shell under moon's grace,


nightly ocean escapes white hot light's entanglement,


artificial engagements,


GMO ethnobotany,


colonized collaterals,


loud quiet meagerness,


sand well, feeds the village inside a cracked hour glass,


the now of which no longer exists,


to whom of which,


the pendulum sword swings.




  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2020 00:56
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 20


  • Goddess of the Mist

    Something about your poems makes me want to read them several times. I really like the flow of this one, and especially the words "white hot light's entanglement". Very cool 🙂

    • RiverJordan

      Thank you for checking it out!

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