Around the ring of Rosies I've lost myself in a place darker than ashes.
Pockets full of stars.
Blackness
Blackness
We all spin round.
A guardian of the galaxy,
but prisoner to the thought.
I too often contradict myself.
Ashes
Ashes
Smoke is filling the house.
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Beyond
PoetryThoughts and ideas that go beyond the norm. Words that together sum questions and answers to what we see each day. Beyond what we question and imagine. Through the works of poetry collaboratively an expression of what I imagine beyond what I truly s...
