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Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
