by PhrAustie
Tragic magic paper vapor
Do you love the way your Grave
Matches patches snatches
All of the light in fright of might
Winged Wonders wander underling
Bothering smothering did it think to thunk
To bunk the funk in spite of trusted rusty
Misty Monday mornings mourning weekend
Escapades “shoot charades” live parades
Whittled waddling cuddles in a puddle full of twisting venting bending mending losing line of sight, bright I find, don’t try to calm the tide/ ride or dine, fit to fly upon a tundra sky
Swiveled rivers running like a hurricane free of pain, Terra reign, Love the chain
Back to the front from top shop chops propping up crops flop flip bop
Just another brother, son of a mother, Man of his father, a blunderin’ Thunderin’ Tellerist
It’s true, we silvered white & blue
As the thick and thin, the recently acquired wires of a transient candid thought we rancidly trot
Along the confines of an awakening mind
Edge to another place, found amongst Inua
Soaking in the afterglow, land of ethereal Snow, free from destruction, moving amidst the flow
