Hovering into solace
on the back shoulders
of tomorrows death,
ride the uptide of sideways void
enraptured in the ligament
of torn cosmic threads,
disheveled fragrance of Nefertiti
lingering as jasmine remnants,
bombarding my mirage
of protection caustic yet
trancing vapor emancipating
feral inhibitions released
majestic assertiveness.
- Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 6th, 2017 20:54
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 27
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