the landscape shifts
before my eyes
.
crossed confused mind is dissonant
vision blinded in a dissacociative blur
.
by the casual sacrilege
of foreign actions
.
the rhythms of old events
.
die slowly sometimes
or they don't die at all
.
they just change you
or you don't change
.
you eat the pain
until the pain
melts your insides
And fertilizes you
into new matter
.
the hills turn to valleys
like my heart turns to ash
.
the rivers turn to drought
where my dreams melt percolate
.
through the valley below
.
droplets of brokenness
which once were something
but now are nothing
turn into something again
.
a body of liquid of matter
then shifts mutates evolves
.
into new dreams new patterns
new concepts new visions
.
to guide my way
out of the valley below
About the Creator
Poetry Landscapes
We are a poet influenced by Charles Bukowski, and Button poets such as Anis Mojgani, Neil Hilborn and Andrea Gibson. He follows the outlaw style and utilizes surrealist landscapes. Find more at https://poetrylandscapes.com
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