The Mobius Tragedy

//The Mobius Tragedy

The Mobius Tragedy

Poetry

branching off endlessly

across the open sea

all the colors brilliantly

thinking up infinity

expanding eternally

through the vacuum

we see doom

bringing an empty room

full of options and endings

curtains and mending

bones and dead zones

each strictly lined

humanity forcibly blind

sided by the heat wave

that paved their grave

stone standing alone

in that open sea

it floating all alone

all the colors brilliantly

burned and dusty

utterly rusty

Poetry

 

I dunno either, just had the urge...

By | 2012-11-30T01:20:35+00:00 November 30th, 2012|Journal|Comments Off on The Mobius Tragedy