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Lungam

Smoke and the Withered Ground

By Ryan WelchPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

Lungam:

Watch the colossus crumble down

I see the mountains burning

The darkness and light entwine

Filling my mind with the ocean

Reaching the walled off universe

Golden enrobed vines entrap my

Lungam

Lungam

I’m led deep into the canyon

I feel the weight of eternity

I see the mountain of fog and bàs

Necrosis of spirit

I feel your fingers between my broken ribs

Far beyond the waveform

Forming inside of withered earth

All my loves

They've all died

And I've been left so far behind

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Ryan Welch

I wander through the fog that is my life. Writer of poems, music and stories, for those feeling misunderstood. Welcome

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    Written by Ryan Welch