silver glints off
windows wearing clothes
lights are orgasms
winking from the power lines
and all the while colored bulbs
search for us in vain
tree limbs too tired spires
antique quells create
chimney fire wind wallop
spark a black hole that eats
anger self-hate and fucking madness
these tend to blow me back...
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 26th, 2026 00:40
- Category: Reflection
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- In collections: Black Hole Disease, Red Veil Cycle.
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Comments1
Here images flash by in reflection of passing thought and past memories. Nicely worded
Yes. Thanks sorenbarrett.
You are most welcome John
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