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Dusty Myths
Floats the scattered chill child
Over his august cloud dream
Shrinking from blue canvass for the fields below
Clutching imaginary friends to second eyes
Frail body wracked with the force of gods
Escaping pain and parents
Rage locked deep within
A keepsake key mailed first-class to the future
He sits in cafes sipping tea
Chatting with his attitudes
Earthbound body without wings
His mind flies with angels and demons
A lesson in joy and pity
And they race the sun to the end of time
His lava soul flows in solemn solitude
Flees the crafted thrill child
From his february whirlwind nightmare
Screaming old words to overcast skies
Throwing enemies to fate before first eyes
Full body resists the force of dusty myths
Oblivion claims old skin
A baby's cry is the key
That opens a healed wound
your work has such depth..... this piece made me really think ... and that is a good thing.... I like this