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Connor Best Poem
Chaos in the depths,
Where night skies don’t seek.
The moving matter hums like a roaring fleet,
Where rocks meet, the waves unrestrained,
Tied down by a ceaseless push.
Chaos in the crimson sky,
Clouds swirling on a dime.
The moving matter hums like a roaring breeze,
Freezing everything in time,
Rewards and items scatter high, lost in the storm, they climb.
Chaos in the feet,
Steps moving in sync.
The moving matter hums like a roaring beat,
A heart on fire.
Melting the ice where they meet,
Plunging into the deep.
Copyright © Connor Best | Year Posted 2024
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