Bottom of Golden Fountains
Shimmering rocks
At the bottom
of golden fountains
As the glass clocks shatter
As the digits intertwine to create
No time but the moment
No water is fed into the golden fountain
but Gaia's graceful tears
Which so happens to be
Gaia's beginning
Gaia's roundabout
will of maintaining spiral staircase fantasies in the midst of
All of realities' crazy shit.
Everything Collapses
Everything Collapses
The night is true
The warden beseeches
the con man’s tune
And in the decaying means
Comes a whole new plane
Of truths
Everything collapses
i have about 500 more poems that I have written over the years if anyone wants to hear more im more than happy to share
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