Crony of Cronos
Questions hexed by doubt, demons amphetamized aloud.
Sunlight gleams a brain forest virtue while
glow gods meditate odds for monsters.
Powdered lungs blossom the petalled smoke of midnight.
And far beyond the hour of whenever
as long lost photos become hideuous ghosts
of yourself at better times, before the blues and greens.
Sometimes, before is far too ahead of its ...
Friday 25th September 2015 4:54 pm
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