Clouds Filter Light
The dirt does not give into words.
Blind-less in tongue and heart,
I have dropped myself in the earth.
Dark eyes wrapped in cloth,
Tilted clouds narrow my sight.
Spiral down fellow pride follows,
Relieving fires flame of it's light.
Tonight silent is the color.
And the wind is what I wear.
Tomorrow is what we desire,
Dropping the past skin and years.
Aggravation the deepness unaware-for a fee.
Quivering stories holding the once better-left debris.
Filtrate the deafening lies we're forced to breathe-sounds of fear.
You crack the glass we all feel to sing-mixed to share.
Digging farther to find what I've left behind-beyond what's here.
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