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…
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Copyright © Cesar Cantu | Year Posted 2009
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