Broken knees

The gravel fell and fall again,

To the end,

Of the world.


The places sit,

Besides the moon,

The wretched oceans we had seen.


Opened to the sky,

I am but a butterfly,

Wings of the ash now laid bare.


It fell to me like the chandelier in that dream,

The Meadows hadn’t felt but a tickle,

And I wallow in paralysis.


Don't foresee what's yet to be,

When the children fell again,

Hold those broken knees.

◄ The Drapes

Breath of a Phoenix ►


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