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A weight has been engraved upon my mind.
Its name within me,
as my skin turns to gray.
A narrow tunnel edged with glorious pandemonium.
I wish to return to a time,
Where I could stomp in puddles
Not caring about the blood dredged between my toes.
I wish to embrace the storm,
Dancing to a tune only we can hear.
Only spectated by mountains of solid gold.
I don’t know what they see,
Each person choreographed in this benign masquerade.
However, I do know what I’ve heard,
Word, Phrases, occupying the silence,
Feeding the hounds, if only for a moment.
Perhaps today will be the day,
I refuse to give the music box another crank.
Rays of sun backfire off shards of kentucky blue
Creating an ambiance of green emissions
The Land, sunken, nature’s pitfall trap
Daisies sprout unorthodoxly, coating its walls, lashing out like dobermans
Cracked leather levels the twiggy underbrush
Leaving potholes and divots in its wake
Bullets fly like a swarm of locust
While rustic bayonets slither between rolls of flesh
Drops of blood fall like acid rain, like greece popping form an iron skillet
Burning ravenously through pearl petals.