October 1st, 2019:
Fly ever onward, oh ye
Spirited pawn, and faithless yet
Bearing greater faith than capacity
To believe the things now seen.
Like little carcinogenic particles,
Breathing them in
Regardless of the harm they cause,
Like some caustic caustics closet
From the murder scenes of your dreams
That you've locked your bitter heart within
As some loveless lover hides the keys.
Fly ever onward, oh ye
Black and white thinkers 'yonder
Huddled 'neath that dying tree, Casting judgements upon one another,
Selling plans for colored T.V.'s
Drinkers of poison, alas!
Are the lovers of unwavering ideals,
And still I pass her near the clock tower
Every other day, at just around three;
But I'll always be the passerby,
whose conscience lives on, lingering
Somewhere, entangled with its gears and cogs
Two hands which lack the fingering,
Figuring: to fly ever onward.
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Abstractiencillogically
ПоэзияA second volume of poetry; continued examinations of identity and human character through a polar and fluid experience.
