Unread

Time elapses overnight loses it's place in a book that's unread
Somewhere lost backstage, behind the light bars, curtains swaying
Weighing the ghosts of water and air, shadows of feathers, outlines blur
Camouflaged eyeballs disintegrate into disobedient pupils
Identify yourself, transmorgrify into constellations unseen seas
Collapse into shore, landing on the moon some afternoon footless tread
Time elaspses overnight loses it's place in a book that's unread



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-12-10 at 12:46

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