❦→[the museum]
don't watch as it breathes, sitting on the chair
dangling hands
tangled, drawn out hair
inside one stands
the entire museum,
blurring vision, after effects of lithium
swear you heard apollo
plucking his harp,
pretending that this was supposed to be his part
when he still circles kronos
it bears a troubled past
impeccable, insensitive scars
sitting unadorned, basking light
birthing admirable fright
deluging vision for the visionary to write
sprint before it strikes swords tonight,
streaming sideways
through rose-gold alleyways
once you pick up the pace,
forget the face
YOU ARE READING
| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
