Past Lives
PAST LIVES
By Mark Miller © 11/12/2016
Marching boots upon unspoken graves,
As Censor taunts intrinsic states
Fleeing the dusk fear panic
To covet are ready many facade-.
Fallen past through people driven hosts,
Who file mechanical figure holes
Coffee Coffin breaks bewildered illusion
Of empty cubic selves lying deception
For hubris stance feeds apathy
In the living struggle pride
For the whole man's passage walks
With dust and flakes by eye's of a stranger
Copyright © Mark Miller | Year Posted 2018
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