Memory lane
29 May 2016
Shadows flee
Across wilderness
Icy fires
Light their frames
Bearing weight of twisted games
They run in sleek pairs
In between
There stands rubber tree
Its bark runs
Wild and free
With the blood of forgiveness
Token of freedom
Every step
Twirling on itself
Creating
Tidal wave
Absolution washing up
On the bare soul shore
I stand lone
On brink of kingdoms
Screeching past
Present times
Future of retreating crimes
My staff pierces doors
The ripples
Call out to temples
Giants leak
Children speak
We replicate our doom’s days
Carelessness our ways
Memory lane
Etched in the stem cells
Swirling voids
Progressing
The inner voice suppressing
Power of black holes
Reading of the poem:
How Fortunate the man with none – Dead Can Dance
Xavier – Dead Can Dance
In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated – Dead can Dance
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