Saturday, March 30, 2019

SHADOWS.

SHADOWS

Shadows are like def leopards
that sit and wait
on the end of an old valley
running to the end of time

murderers are rampant;
clocks run rampant with time.
the world is yours and it is mine.

a boy lives in the ocean
we are far away from home
I don't know where yesterday went
or what it was
or how we got there
but we got there and the world was dead
it messes with your dead

nothing shatters and is not broken.
all the world is like a token.
making shadows bend and wave.
sixteen candles move a slave.

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