(Music: Nagorno Mist - Vusal Zeinalov)

let me go

into a nothingness

staged out

like a passing thought

in a mind rushing to express

a solitude

scaled up

to an altitude 


trying to gaze

at the shine of that peak


lost to the platitudes

of today

and maybe tomorrow

lost to perfection found in trash bins

and madness imagined

but misunderstood

a peak some can still reach

in averages rhyming

among notes chosen vaguely

and lines falling cloudlike

upon those same plain old surface 

of expectation


◄ For the unnamed 3

Forgotten ►


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Grace Meadows

Tue 25th Apr 2023 05:42

Love it.

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