Shanty
Each footprint we make is a step closer
to that moment we brake and
no recent dreams are formed
from that cosmic meltdown to
Which you will encounter a crimson cow that’s
Lurking behind your cup of morning darkness.
The laughing mortar whispers through
The broken window and asked are you ok,
as I walked down the street avoiding the crakes
so, no mothers backs are broken
the crow whispered its lies,
the dancing echoes of yesterday
still, linger for tomorrow and the
future of today still waits around the shanty,
the creature that I am devolved long ago and now my wheels
rusted turning the space of time
My View from my window dancing pigmies
watch as the rain falls up time moves back
and yesterday is today.
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