Lives
Built from the trees of countless yards,
Lives of the blanketed minds are made.
The single sun ignited their lines,
For the ash is shadowed
from their sleep.
Departed from their electric homes,
5 gestures are left empty, for their purpose is lost.
The static of their will paralyzed,
their purpose set in the light stained stones.
Copyright © Jordan Foster | Year Posted 2018
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