Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, December 06, 2020

Chapter

 I saw the heavens as one and

not the many worlds beneath,

confusing my wants with my needs

and bartering with love.


Surrendering to the journey

which way do I go?

forward by one, back by two

no matter what the sky is

not blue.


Gray like the storms 

each day from birth

hovering over cast

darkness upon the earth.


Weep not for sorrow

for there is always an end,

whether I chose it or you

did my friend.


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