Unknowingly

RiverJordan

Disingenuous proposals,

 

I stand firm in a whirlwind,

 

spinning heads vomit ambiguous summonings,

 

dormant particles compliment the light,

 

out of sight; inside the thought of mind,

 

blackness fills the oneness,

 

arrows come from all directions,

 

dry, brown dirt, becomes the haven.

  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2020 17:00
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 33


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