Running on towards
Its outside –
Its inside, reflects delay
As it links
Its prescient present –
Within a vision, on full display.
Centaurus
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Drift
April 12th, 2020 § 0 comments § permalink
I’m 1,000 years old –
I look back, to see forward
To see the full emptiness
To see the black whole
As a witness, to the fractional sections
Of an everything, from its nothing.
Horizon
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Super series radios
Signal –
Their speed
Refracting their flows
Of density –
Bleed.
Dark Shadow
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Bright and sharp,
On glittering days
Clean and crisp,
A ghosted haze
Wondrous visions,
Of clouds that run
Marked within –
A shadow sun.