Hollow vessels carved on paper,
Where was the soul I used to pour on you?
Was it sanity's circus that brought this upon?
Or the music on the speakers you would never turn on?
All potentials have due dates so it seems
And mine has gone, but in yesterday's dream
These vague scribbles, so easy to burn
Like the skin, flesh, and bone that'd gone astray
Oh bring me back, I plead you,
to the world where I used to be
Chain me to the table where I did nothing but glow
Please bring me back, forgive me for hoping for snow
When summer was everything that you could ever show.
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PoetryWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
