In floating

In floating

23 August 2016

 

Lost in thought

Grey tendrils that sink

Absorbed ink

I spill mind

Windmills within me unwind

As the will decays

 

Tree’s branches

Reach out towards me

Its bark pulses

With my blood

My heart is a liquid flood

Nourishing its roots

 

Sweat and toils

Increase pulsations

The tree feasts

On the spoils

Winding flow does undoes coils

Self preservation

 

The soul shoots

Arrows of self loss

Across my frame

Withered tame

The lions face my dungeons

Where dragons breathed hard

 

Selves aligned

Face the roaring beasts

Random feats

Lone heroes

Misaligned in the death rows

Willful surrender

 

The heart beats

Like nothing matters

Soul repeats

In floating

Shimmering of blood coursing

New life pervades me

 

Reading of the poem: 

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