ElzuWolfe

…of time.
Turn to find tomorrow.

Perfect solar flare, discs in the sky, spinning round,
Space dragged on the wheels of this golden chariot,
Stars in the wake of these movements unbound,
a myriad of nebula complexion, the world I satiate.

And in my mind, I won’t change until I leave it all behind,
Myself, like the wheels of time,
Turn to find tomorrow.

I am the dark rot of sun in the sky, the crux of our heliopause,
The crush of forward thinking, the breath of our humanity,
I move through this void like a shadow on the skin of our cause,
Piercing the blackened bones with tattoos of our lost sanity.

And in my mind, I won’t change because my memory is blind,
Myself, like the wheels of time
Turn to find tomorrow.

 

 

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