Changeling
5 May 2017
Earth morphing
Other kind remits
Dimmed the wits
Stilled the fits
Glory that bore us outfits
Of soul that befits
Arm in sling
The cast a dire strait
We await
Like weak bait
Hooked on the glitter-filled weight
Uncanny the gait
Changeling
Renewed the instinct
Eye that winked
Man extinct
Crawling the meek escaped brink
Edge where might will sink
Reading of the poem:
Paper Lungs, Broken Bones – As Seas Exhale
Interesting piece!
Would i be wrong in saying, could this be a silent dream,
you´ve seen of the future?
Reasons being, i´ve also glimpsed a simular dream of our future…
cheers chris
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Thanks for sharing Chris 🙂
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You´re kindedly welcome….
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