Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Enjoy This Free Poem From Fractalverse: Volume Two!


A to B,
a sand sea,
a setting sun, a clearing sky,
steel and rubber and white dashes blurring by.
Miles like waves or a mother’s love,
miles like dreams or a pair of gloves,
a sand sea,
A to B.
The sun dies.
Night is its over-painter. The lights above like those here,
racing by, lonesome cries,
a desolate race for the starry fainter,
a vantage point atop a crumbling tomb,
a dusty womb,
a sand sea,
A to B.

Fractal: Dusk

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