Deep Breath For Golden Shores
Standing frozen at the top of the hill
Metal motorcades zoom past
Feeling aggression in the wind
I know
Quite vividly
Death is not prepackaged
Death waits
Each moment
Seeing from all angles
Spun out
Between
Life
And death
Fear is freezing
yet we all come loose
In the end
Washing upon
Golden shores
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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