Time To
Time implodedSlow motion birds
Etch charcoal feathers
Fire light skies
Cry ☔ lost thoughts
Are flying like leaves
From the tombs of haunting trees
Suggestion hints at something huge
Hiding behind every confused, sleeping soul
Like emotional furniture
Stacked in burning warehouses
Packed too tight to breathe
Facsimiles of fashion wearing
Old spirit canvas paints must spill
In a funeral sprawl
Time imploded
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-04-10 at 15:41
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