Massive clouds of infinity
A colorful miasma that roots through
Time going backwards and all we can do is be
The collapse this is
Pillars already in the beyond
Its the cascade
Our all already part of the spectrum
The orchestra of destruction
Delight as everything pierce through our eye
Neverending reflections invade the full of our bodies
As the moons implode between us
The beginning, the expanse, the end, the instance of time
When the demise of eternity gave birth to her
The star that ends all not created
A not being of pure emptyness
Full of itself, filled with time and all that comes with it
11.06.21
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Author:
The Sacrifice (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Tis not a poem
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
'and all we can do is be'
Amen!
(Haunting imagery
these words resonate with me
as-if
we view the worlds while underwater
with our clothes dry and untouched
looking around us, at the sheer vastness
of it all
directionless, we simply dogpaddle
waiting for that next wave to carry us along
as 'all we can do is be'
and survive to glimpse those shorelines in our fates)
thanks for sharing dear Poet
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