Days passed without a shade,
Enveloping her very being.
She followed the whims of the wind,
Searching for a path alien to her.
Along the journey to her higher self,
She neglected her roots,
Leaving behind decaying ribbons.
Like pearls cast before swine,
Her vibrant colours remained hidden within–
Intact
Outside–
Shades of grey in variation
As they play chess with Death.
This lady possesses great skill
In omitting things
Of utmost value for life.
On every attempt,
She seems to decree
More strength and power than anyone else.
Everyone ought to show Her respect
For She consistently arrives at the perfect moment
To resolve conflicts and bring harmony to all of us
Nescient that we are all destined to lose.
Her influence will guide us throughout the centuries,
Even if you are hesitant to recognise it.
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Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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