Line leaked inked surfaces|
Space between the present|
Barred settings set inside oblivion|
Opening salvo moving with dilatory effects|
Results heard from obscure dialects|
Runic text draw displays of foreseen prophecies|
And prophecies conjure text messages shortened for those who dread dialogue|
Lost winds of times bring back storms of cannonade and attached fogged signs|
Songs ring the blaze with glory|
Madness enhanced and manifested inside your story|
Sing the chorus|
Deafening the choir's symphonic notes|
You lull to sleep from dreams of feelings lost on a highway towards bleak|
Of images not drawn rather sewn through sleep|
Stages set in spaces explore unseen|
Lucid bereavement straining and hanging a noose on your life's regalement|
An absolutely stunning poem!
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