Chasing the Sun
2 sides of the wick evenly split
as there set alit the flames fuse
much like the sun and moons eclipse (muse)
and is such the time i speak, apocalypse
a harmony of our heavenly bodies seeded from one pit (a hidden crypt)
as their dance realigns it all but blinds us into trance
time stands still, dawn or dusk? a question drawn
Copyright © Jordy Gerbz | Year Posted 2016
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