From the sores


Intoxicated soma
Souls-a-roam
Floating, flying
Shifting, drifting
Finally falling 
Towards an endless blue
Through clouds
Past stars
Towards endless dark
Pushing, rushing 
Brushing past 
Still quite off the mark
A fall within
A fall without
Though near so far
An endless journey
Towards 

THE END



April 17, 2015 at 1:06am

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