Is it despair...
Resignation...
Or just a surrender?
Pretty little lights
go about their lives…
Governance…
Social contracts…
Economics…
Fear…
Death…
Ice...
Lemon…
Rum…
Coke…
Alone…
Thought…
Who can follow this up?
Am I tier 1?
Or 4?
Confined?
Quarantined?
Or Locked down?
What am I now?
“This too shall pass”
Comes to mind…
Ice…
Lemon…
Rum…
Coke…
Alone…
Thought…
Pretty little lights
go about their lives…
Capitulation of the void...
(Xoanxo, 2020)
yes I agree with Vautaw. You have taken the whole experience to a new level. A fabulous piece of art. I look forward to more
Nice one
This poem made me feel a mixture of emotions, sort of like thinking and drinking does. I love the way you combine poetry, music, visual, and your voice to create next level art. Very unique. Bravo! ?
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Xoanxo
Tue 22nd Dec 2020 00:20
Thank you Vautaw, Paul and Martin for your kind comments! ?