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Fireflies caught in a paradoxical flight;
to float through the sun
or to brave the night.
Motivating a stir,
to demote their own light.
to float through the sun
or to brave the night.
Motivating a stir,
to demote their own light.
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An Absent Harmony Between Two Worlds"Drip, drop," ticks the clock,
waiting till midnight to ring for the hawk.
“Bing Bong,” sings the sink,
longing for comfort from a sound on the brink.
Speak.The Blue Jay whistles to the Dove.
The Dove Whistles to the Crow.
But the chances the Blue Jay's word gets to the Crow,
is a chance that can never be known.
Far out into SeaMonsters that come alive in the
children who haunt the depths of the
paintings that revive the madness of
those on the island lost to the ocean.
How the paintings would come alive when you looked closely,
to distract you from the fact that the island was sinking again to its watery tomb.
How the ships would rebel by falling deep into the waters,
and refuse to rise before the island were to join them at the bottom of the ocean.
A lost civilization born on a speck of missing map,
with a thirst for organic blood and an aroma of the most attractive nature. It calls.
A museum of memoirs courtest of the cult,
who valued the islands skill for technological advances of an abstract alternative. And it kills.
It was a love story between elements,
an attraction between inanimate objects,
a settlement bet
Bottle of LieOnce upon a time there was a bottle of Lie,
It went to the nursery to curl up and die.
It spread to the children who would but succumb,
It spread like a toxin; the children went numb.
A bottle of Nonsense did come in to cure,
The children who took in the Liar's allure.
The victim's did struggle, they'd cringe at the thought,
But all the poor children; too soon were they caught.
They tore up the carpet, they brought down the walls,
They fought and they battled, destroying the halls.
And all the dear children, once young and naïve,
Were now but a mass of chaotic deceived.
They broke from the nursery and scattered the world,
Claiming the countries they built in a herd.
They gave themselves "power" and took their control,
Crossing off borders and charging a toll.
The bottle of Nonsense, it broke as result.
The bottle of Lie had created a cult.
Obtaining control of the planet; it won.
The bottle of Nonsense had lost and was done.
...I prefer Nonsense, personally.
Walking Backwards.A millipede’s efforts to retrace his steps,
without tangling his legs,
without tripping on sense;
one day at a time; just one day at a time.
Rambling efforts through breaths.
Rambling seconds in rhyme.
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