Travelers

Always traveling creatures we are. What kind of traveler are you?

Travelers

We travel on moving dirt in a dark place

The stars twinkle and discuss our fate

The black night envelops us

The rising silver moon in the melting horizon

The sparkles of the night

In the corner of our eyes

Our land, energy traveling through space

And far away the howls bestow us

Yet they are near within our hearts

The silver monster moon rises

The king of darkness

The light in our hearts, hypertensive

The smiling king with fangs in the sky

Dispersing light into our dark world

We are travelers in a void

Take the light into our dying world

We only have so long

In the end, we can only say so long

surreal poetry
Bazooka Teaches
Bazooka Teaches
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Bazooka Teaches

A regular Joe with a peculiar noodle inside his helmet. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.

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