We are finite, bound to break on the horizon
Tumbling through fields of clouds,
Storms and rainbows.
Winked in cutting, burnt-yellow
Silence like a silver knife
Sweeping across barren acres
Of sawdust land.
Bleed, explode and burn
Around the 'Way in
Dreams spun of cobwebs
And ashen whispers
Faded at the edge of the world.
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
