In ages past born
a crisp, swift turn of the page-
series of flashbacks
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In ages past born
a crisp, swift turn of the page-
series of flashbacks
Series of flashbacks
The cracking of an egg, Proust
Haunts my memory
Haunts my memory
as starlights dim one by one
a dream in charcoal
A dream in charcoal
To burn up in the cruel flames
White snow on fire
White snow on fire
its warmth cutting the pale cheek-
a parallel maze
A parralell maze
In the underground labyrinth
Dirt tickles my hairs
Dirt tickles my hairs
trickling slow, upon the soil
midnight shadow baths
Midnight shadow baths
Thespains bathe in veils and
Underneath costumes
Underneath costumes,
there lay, checkered characters-
before curtain call
Before curtain call
on this last hour of life
death waits in the wings
(^nice sig by the way toni :D)
Before curtain call
I tremble, butterflies come
Out of mouth, on-stage
Death waits in the wings
It plots how it will take me
The rabid wolf stares
(Thank you. ;) )
The rabid wolf stares
ready to pounce and strike at-
wide-eyed traveler
Wide-eyed traveler
Looking upon the beauties
Of nature's making
Of nature's making
the sly creeping of the roots
to vast horizons
To vast horizens
I fly, in through the sun and
Out past galaxies
:D