Paper Cranes
lights crack, breezes of salt drown the eyes
Toss heads of dye, howls collide, the waves still
Pacing the wharf, glances leer throughout, giants tear through the skies
Decrepit soul, thirst of white, it is a race to uphill
To a place of barren dreams, no ink to spare
Quakes crash, again, again, I'm awake, no... , you won't reach it
A man, drifting across time, ill words blurred with satire
Forget it, once more, once more, it has a form, no..., you can't face it
Turmoil, a fading beating, repressed a voice that will vanish
Never did you look up, there you were, as always, folding cranes
An old hat, lips staggering, that face is no more, a life that will vanquish
Detached farewells, fractured, as you diverge leaving your bygones
Dazed, as you keep stumbling, cries drowned in clamor, a mind looped in trance
You... mute as sights follow, a mind frenzied in silence
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