As the slow drum beat builds,
powerful crescendos reverberating along the floors shaking feet,
a shriek expounds solid shrapnel through broken teeth, crumbling ice shavings;
falling feathers to the floor.
A pierced heart like the stretched skin of a well beaten snare, empty of its prey.
The moment through a kaleidoscope lens;
he said good bye that day.
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
