Fall of Keys

Talk until the words are done
Stay until gone
Two or more the only one
You all alone

Fall into the falls to fly
Draft the upside inside into down
Soft as uncertainty
Behind mists of verspers curtains drawn
Tattooed moments inking figures or
Something indefinable and moving
Upon the Dawn,

Keys are turning in their locks
Gold is rusting, Nothing shocks
Like nothing but an angry, boring lie
Doors are closing to the knocks
The World alive for living, does not die,

You all alone
Two or more the only one
Stay until gone
Talk until the words are done~



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-11-20 at 18:11

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