Fancy Epithaphs

Needle spots lay on the road Chaotic talk Aligned after you split the block Fearful, stolen sand Thinly solidified Our favorite graveyard Visions roll Smoothly and soft On the back of your head Zero gravity, submarine green Perfect spot to lay dead Manufactured voices Drill into the void Originated from your skull Leaking seeds down to the floor Tidal waves for you to surf Geometric figures fade away Noisy fish come back again So welcome to stay Upward spiral Alternative colors manifest Where the non-living lay Shine...emerge… Simple actions release Blank pages and spores Indeed… [Do you enjoy reading?]