Invisible Plains
So, it has begun;A slow fade into the deep sunken, impersonal nothingness
Hums forth fragmented tunes of shallow spaces, hollow tones
Sing like stars are grave markers on the plots of long departed lovely souls
Feel their dry ghost arms reaching far across an unknown gulf stretches
Out for yours
& all is lost in the breath of tears that whirlpool swirl in halting gasps
Something plainly invisible in darkness underwritten toothless laughs
In what now exists in place of a face once worn, so worn,
Dead for now, until, unless a light shines through the tomb
A slow fade into the deep sunken, impersonal nothingness
So, it has begun.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-04-12 at 01:38
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