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A Drifting Way

Under the brittle bright cold moon, ice cold skies far above clouds fly the metallic worms bore deeply into my side they are made by no one but me and only me alone there on the street under the shadows a loaded gun smoking from my deed the worms turn to burrow deep, they have won turning burning deeper into my side my mind tries to realize but it is too late there in the street in shades of ink a loaded gun smoking spent shells from deeds done deep and alone something lies there in a heap as a sky grows cold under the rise of crystal dawn, a coming sun as dark thunderheads loom then it begins is to sleet A bitter icy rain under a tyrannical eye of a dying silver silence sliding sideways to horizon secret crows in covens gather a murder of my thoughts That started to fade my eyes blur blue images turn as worms begin to burn as the piercing dawn grows The metallic worms bore deeply deeper into my side, the pain they are made by no one but one and that is me and only me alone watching the shadows run from a cooling gun Deeper under a raw rising son as the clouds tumble away under the brittle bright cold, risen son Warmth coming (to none) clearing skies far above clouds lingering… Watching my soul drift away!

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