borg

New World

World discarded.

Lens shed.

Left far behind.

 

Land crying constant creation,

Birthing phrases of joy.

Bleeding great subtleties,

Leaking lyrical lexicon.

 

New world.

Found amidst

Mechanised maroon.

Perched atop,

A carpet of sparkling green.

Enveloped in,

Thick clouds of mercury.

Gently, softly battered

By fickle smatters

Slithering slate.

 

Inspiration coming in licks,

Tiny awe-dropping kicks.

 

Puzzle collapses,

World untold, unfold.

 

Seek simplicity and peace,

Amongst those that feel

What isn't real.

 

Whittling, unmerging,

Reconstruction sensing.

Illusory time,

Free from care, 

Unbound by mortal laws.

Fully hollow life.

Scenes combine, cancel.

Our home. Void of existence.

Land of sleep and peace.

Knowing un knowing

Rise up

As you

Sink

Into Imbalance.

 

Until we next meet,

In this pasture,

Of indescribable peace.

  • Author: borg (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 17th, 2022 23:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • LauraBerry

    Love the descriptions Borg.

  • L. B. Mek

    so well written, thanks for sharing



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