Awake
Dark is the day as I stroll in my lands of fiction
Fighting with images of my myopic breath
Juggling carnival eggs in a giddy merry-go-round
Why did you wake me up, O treacherous dawn!
Fighting with images of my myopic breath
Juggling carnival eggs in a giddy merry-go-round
Why did you wake me up, O treacherous dawn!
Labels: absurd mood, poetry
posted by Aleph Null at 2:01 PM
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