Dragon Chasing

Written by: Colin Marschall

Quickening
breath draws musk into
inferno lungs.

Alabaster 
powder, white lines
of release
decompose realities hold.

Dense illusions
slide from the mist
to serenade lost time.
Lucid, in sublime way,
yet; intentions obscure.

Dragons cinder
lays with silver spoon
it’s wraith, nothing now,
wisps that diminish;
absorbed.

Thousand places,
in a galaxy of trips,
warping through
fractured thoughts.

Glisten of nostalgia,
tug at corners of
the mind. 

The “real” will prevail.

Epitaph of innocence,
on the wall inscribed,
in the toxicity of blood.
Iniquity defined.