Sunday, October 14, 2012

The Beast of a Dream

Souls scattered along this vast escape
Death feeds upon the breaking twilight
Fueling the angry wind that shakes the dawn
Fine feathers sing the cooling shade of trees
Stomping out emptiness with the symphony of time
Lost jewels to be found by future saints
Stoned into silent repercussion that echoes of cosmic harmony
The highest bidder pays a penny
Ravenous daydreams dining without napkins
Goblin worship of pathetic mediocrity
A contract signed in ancient intellect
Designed for throwing tomatoes at altars of oxidized bronze
The true prophet a leaf that falls and death merely a dissolve assimilating the stretching empty everything
The pages unwritten

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