in the highways of the mind.
Intersections crumbling to dust.
Fire swells into the great security
left dwelling at their feet.
Reaching out, the turn about.
Angelic choirs move to fill the void.
As if the rest had never been destroyed.
But deep within the dream, the terror plays.
A particle that turns into
such long and empty days.
Waiting for the loving to
A burning seed of misery, refueled by
each thought of could have been.
The carnival - an atmosphere
of weight within the sky.
The excitation of a foreign high.
The clowns are weeping rose
for sounds of laughter hidden in the fear.
Mechanical, they ride into the fortress of the sky.
Time flies and always brings them down.
A smile painted over every frown.
Electric lights. A fool's delight.
As arteries collapse
within the highways of the mind
and time begins to beat their lives again...
? Michaelette ?
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