1951

Yorke

Broken in circles,

this

spiral

down.

 

A remnant, 

a relic,

valid.

 

A black mass,

in vacuums,

incision.

Specimens,

cultured.

 

 

Future calling,

sleep,

docile now,

humble.

 

Humanity.

 

 The expectancy of life.

 This pregnancy of hope.

 

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2016 17:39
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  • Yorke

    These are my thoughts, hijacked, I always prefer to write a feeling rather than a subject.
    I thank you for your reply and for asking the question.
    Would it be better if you knew the exact subject matter ?

  • Tony36

    Great write

    • Yorke

      Thank you

      • Tony36

        Welcome



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