I walk this alien ridge A step then the next In silence My steps echo an odd beat Behind me a vast river Surging random currents
By Gage Vazquez4 years ago in Poets
Open the tome An abiding hex scrawled across it's leaves Enveloped in filthy fingerprints He agonizes the recitation Mantras blaring as tears sizzle from his eyes
I hope I flicker From places nearly apart A few lumens bright My colors stretching out Pilfering sips of your glow I hope I flicker