Poem -

the memory of this

the memory of this.
+++++++++++++

i woke up to
the
memory of this;

dead candles weeping
upward.

toward a state of
endless bliss

(that evil spoonfeeds
to the mass.)

and
lawdy lawdy the
things

ive come to be.

the moments that
have passed!!

a newborn script
of destiny.

(composed by hearts
of glass.)
 

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Tony Taylor

Hey J!!.....the subtle rhyming in this is on point!!......I think it must be a difficult place to decipher...... that most spectacular mind of yours.......'lawdy, lawdy, ~ dead candles weeping upward..."... spectacular imagery brother!!....a powerful memory!!...... Ah, to be a clairvoyant!!.....thanx for sharing this!!......T xo 🐧

 

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