crevasses of doubt grooved my heart
the still weight of desire
when love given is not needed
the limits of inventive lies
as night will kiss
that degree of inherent longing
that burns with accelerant of blue moon that lights
all propositions with spark of my tears
to then fall into nervous subversion
that tomorrow will find me.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Really surreal.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
Today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday.
Andy
LOVE THAT ANDY!
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