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.
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Author:
borg (
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- Published: November 17th, 2022 23:23
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Comments2
Love the descriptions Borg.
so well written, thanks for sharing
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