Neuro godA Poem by Wayfaring stranger
I am litlle pilgrim iin gas mask
In deep forest of losted minds Ghost hearts are returing into Burning tornaments of touch I am declining logic existence of nature Repeating of my mistakes in chaotic virtue The path is open for mine friends Woods are expanding in my wet steps I am discovering moaning hollows Flying night insects with no real wings Spiraling darkness in floating galaxy My tongue is inside of black hole I am departing from illusions of relations At my hands are empty sounds Aurora is reflecting mine gas mask In wings of chasing crows hunters I am true lonely little mystic Cold universe is collapsing My eyes are open and closed Inside of my gas mask- I am litlle god --------------------------------- © 2019 Wayfaring stranger |
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Added on September 18, 2019 Last Updated on October 31, 2019 Author
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