Golden dusked drapes my hearts arms are dust, grasping lusts
     must, i rust so slow as lava core white dying coal
        goals, roll as told what martian is seeping mind dregs
         dangling legs many pairs scurry fair, stepping lairs
           tears, shares, wares, death dares
            scare, this behemoth of finely woven time hairs
              haystacks breathe way-erd
                see ya theres
                 cosmic

snared

Published by Tom Lopes