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by Andrew Arnett 4 years ago in surreal poetry
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Sky and City

Photo by Andrew Arnett

Gloomy parachutes descend


the wasteland


the sky is a damp



the clock has gone past

midnight and

that means there is hope


there is laughter coming from

the land of Buddhas

smiling and the night

is filled with stars


there is the dance of the

folded envelope in the


and the caterpillars are

no strangers to love.

I like to hear the vacuum packed

seals barking on the shores of

the void.

there is a precipice on

either side

of us

with little time

for crooning.

upside down pyramids spin

a tale

with no end

in sight.

surreal poetry

About the author

Andrew Arnett

Freelance writer living in Brooklyn, NY.

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