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 |    10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
| The blank canvasses on pedestals follow, study my art. But I've had one eye out the window, in their galleries; dreaming on blue, high clouds, yearning whisper my name, fully realized, oil-based brilliance, also lonely like this poet. The blank pages on lighted screens never follow. I've had one eye on the past in their galleries; dreaming blue, low to floor, pining they whisper their name fully realized, pixelated brilliant again, lonely like this poet. The blank constructs on fading pages, my art. I've had two eyes scanning ageless tomes for right words. Imagination fading inside my head, aching like the nameless, fully realized my art is not persuasion for true beauty. Blank, following shadows that never materialize, eyes collecting words like gemstones in your path, dream I'll assemble a message for all time, realize this poet and beauty do merge ageless, alive. I'll make no excuse for this, something I wrote and moved on from. |
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