All aboard our grain of sand,
on its elliptical path,
floating around a furnace
for what to us is forever!
A jolly carousel,
spinning and balancing,
rolling and revolving
in dark emptiness.
Who knows what is out there,
watching our little fair,
(amused or dejected?)
killing a moment of eternity.
Tag: dark
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Vanity Fair
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Komorebi
The forest calls my name
by winds stirring the leaves,
the light filters to tame
ecstatic evil fiends.
A dance macabre of shadows
occurs in front of me,
my mental voice is verbose,
a sense of familiarity.
When creatures are sunkissed,
I join their frantic spins,
my sins I should not fight,
they all belong to me.
Cosmic & Uneasy 