Soon, the end is near: 1000 mile walk, short pier,
Olive branch of discontent,
Lost, starting to crave the forest fire.
Appetite with no eyes,
Radar ping like a Russian sub off the Cuban coast.
Also....
Eating next to a dwindling flame
Chaotic apology damming the throat, compromise in
Lone-wolf litigation,
Introspective proclivity revealing its downside,
Prolapsed ignoramus with no sunnyside to endure,
Scenic overview of the far-reaching back and forth,
Emoting like a Holloween mask--until there is no more to say.
About the Creator
Willem Indigo
I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?
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