The Final Crown
Time ticks acute to oblivion
From the melancholy mannequin to love’s aquarium.
I kiss the last clown, the last frown
Our hearts drift inconspicuously into the unknown.
Phantom world, feel me!
Star by star we flick, to find the final Crown
May all be free, may all gain entree.
Copyright © Petrus Jansen | Year Posted 2006
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