At The Edge, The Sun Is Theirs.
The Sun Is There At The Edge
On The Horizon The Day Will Die
Now The Day Is Dead.
Orange In Red Fill The Sky
The Skies Now Orange And Red.
Just Because It's Read On The Horizon.
The Past Tense Will Still Be Read.
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
