The endless cartwheels of sunrise sunset as those vagrant, killer, pilgrims numb and mute traversed that freezing, blazing, garishly painted desert canyon canvas
Highlights Lowlights
Between the highlights and the lowlights
The bad days and the goodnights
Not knowing what is said or seen
What is not now or may have been
Hollow sounds of faint souls lost in soundless seas
Cast in sanded swallows of intricacies
Lamented in the canvas of painted currencies
Fallen farther than the stars that shine so far behind
The visions that arise within these eyes going blind
Looking for what is there, only wishes for blank checks
While the ink is drying, somewhere no one else suspects
What is not now or may have been
Not knowing what is said or seen
The bad days and the goodnights
Between the highlights and the lowlights
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2023-11-07 at 00:36
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