I watch the sky
break clouds sifting like flowers the sun explodes the world grows brighter the cultured human race moving to the sound of violins clashing to the crass hot&cold concrete of a dream it is too late to start the day the night was eerie sleeplessly I sat there like a gun not loaded waiting to fire my non ammo into space time to run with the zeroes I stare off at another world the sky darkens I decide it’s not worth the discussion the thoughtless interruption born to dream about a fiery outcome too sheer to be a form of silence I stare at the moon maybe howl with the sound of my thoughts establishing self-loathing in a head so phony destroyed by taboo we find solace in all things hollow sometimes those things break from the inside outward to a shadow of self-doubt I’ve stolen the sunlight bathed in the brightness dismay is partly a faulty idea like all things uncovered I sauntered down to the boneyard alone brooding the beat of a sea that comes careening around wired telephone lines burning thoughts desires crisscrossing the web I tiptoe fingernails on lines of powdered ideas the way of a race of peace lovers continues to astound me in the sense that my calmness comes from a place so disturbed it ain’t worth the effort to overcome
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