One bridge.
Two bridges.
Three bridges
D
own
...
The town's cries
emerge unto
laughter,
as it sets
a new motion
to evolve.
And, above,
the static's feeling
alive, as well,
while maintaining
the same chances
to escape.
Perchance...
Into daydreams I
aspire
to ascend.
Its constant
reminder
of all things that go.
we'll let go...
Of old memories
to hold.
All the fragments,
on a fragile
threshold
to perform.
Maybe
it's yet another
scrawny attempt
to hit Goliath
on the fumble
of his dilated
skull...
As David swings
yet a further
stone, to rile up
the masses
to enclasp.
A new set of
wunderkind
tales.
As they tail
the New Culprit
to enclose...
The hatred that flows
beneath us
never allows
for oxygen
to bolt
along the pastures
of all continental
veins.
And the rain...
will swallow us
all.
For new sets of flowers
to grow.
And the magma will flow...
As the sky turns again
to a divine hue
of purple chaos blue.
Red crimson too, dies...
As a golden sun
arises...
Done with the pretenses
The Dragon.
Fires up
the stove.
As She
Brings about
The gorgeous end
For all mortal things to throb.
THE PYRAMID
SEES US ALL
YELLING INTO
DIFFERENT VOIDS
WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOW
THAT THE MASKS HAVE BURNED
OFF THE CORNERS
OF THE LONELIEST
GLOBE
PERHAPS ONE MORE
TRY...
This time...
We'll make sure.
To aim for the right eye.
As the left one cries more shadows...
Into a pillow
made of stone.
The final attempt.
To resucitate.
A world that finally
Smiles back
The Hug.
A warm embrace.
For us all
to draw.
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