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castle keep
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2016
I was but a boy
circling my haunt
excited by glints
sparking my periphery
striking from sandy
footprints in the sun
cascading upwards
as I diminish within
its helical embrace
offering prismatic
sublimating visions
refracting my parts
scattering my trove
of gathered truths
waiting for the tide
to repossess my keep.
The short lines work very
The short lines work very well, and encourage your specialized knack for like ambient abstraction to really cut through, forcing the audience to connect the dots, pondering.
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
Have I finally neared home?
Have I finally neared home? Been around the world trying this and that! And I, I, I... I can't find my bae....(lol)
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver