Of Anything
When there's too muchOf everything
And not enough
Left of anything
Remains
To be found,
What has been lost
Long ago
Turns into grief like ☔ rain
Stage sets torn down
Packed up leaving town
On a historical
Empirical
Ectoplasmic
Refugee of rusted
Dreams oxidized rubies stain
All that we touch
Remains
When there's too much
Of everything
And not enough
Left of anything
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-05-27 at 04:32
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