Wednesday, August 27

Red

what do they see in you
as they fly in their machines
sweeping across your red plains
when you were alive
the canals and atoms
never seem to be apart

i seek closure
in this loops of waves
remnants of ancient turbulence
i seek closure
from the winds of creation

let them die slowly
and let the red rust
cover the planet
swallowing every memory

-gp-

[#] what moves you, fractured realities again.

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