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- Anna Biani
- Jul 23, 2016
- 1 min read
Aim to spiral as two,
Can’t we be one?
I aim to spiral as two,
Had enough of the Sun.
The traveling maze
Begins the next phase:
Crop,
Engulfed in flames,
Drop
All these games.
Grass
Consumes your scales
Brass
Is on your tails.
Stone, Bronze, Iron, New.
Don’t croak the morning dew.
Shh…
Just laugh like Cheshire with a big crescent moon.
Look.
See.
Come back.
There’s a rustling of the leaves.
And, the blood on your tongue.
Then, the ground beneath you heaves
Should you be so high-strung?
Inhale
Eternal Creation.
Unveil.
Ego’s Inflation.
It takes seven stages
To leave the dark ages.
What’s next?
8
Wait…
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