The Scenes

behind the scenes where deals are made
the sun lies sleeping with the shade
words and meanings break like trinkets held in a child's unsteady hand
everything you think it is
wishes wonderful and grist mills made of little stars
twinkling like apples in the eyes of made up gods
breaking hearts and sycophantic nods to a passing stage
the wheels are creaking as they turn within turns another age
breathes a sigh and dies such charade



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-11-10 at 01:45

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