And how would You like Your World Egg this Morning? Scrambled, Please, with Cheese.

by animalworkss

Sudden change
Time remains
Beyond it
Never counters
Tonal range
Sight obtains
Its object
Never counters
Self estranged
Logic wanes
Its purview
Never counters

Falling fast through darkness
Quick steps shall never be
Without a sense, just carcass
Heart incarnate lost, it bleeds
Between all worlds, a harshness
Movement marked with stops unseen

Mind deranged
Modes ordain
A cycle
Never counters

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Copyright Keli Birchfield

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