Swan Song

12.02.2023

Like an Avalanche I go down the Road

I drink silence

Outside it has snowed

As if nothing else exists thereby

Just the Moment and the mayfly

This is a swan song

Accompanied by some roses drawn along

They are a force if they only would

The head is too high

The Feet to hard on the ground

And the middle a lie

A Cold War as a Privilege of the floor

I feel like winter but look like June

In the train station, so full,

I'm a moth in a shed full of tulle

Looking at the stars but praying to the moon

Trying to comprehend to transcend

it's faithfullness

Rotting in a field of clover

Over and over

Like a thought melting in the Snow

And in the Avalanche

I look like a Branch

In it's time

I throw all of mine

Like the Moon it's shine

I confess

As the Fleeting asked for more being

And the evanesce for less

I keep the Window Open

Make it all golden

In Madness or clarity

My dreams Write me

Im just uncoding the scripture

To let it free

The ceiling is crumbling

Some emotions collapse in Time lapse

And dreams are no longer dreams they are just scraps hanging from the ceiling

Call them criminals as they keep on

stealing

Like a cold war

They crawl around the floor

And went out through the door

Like Avalanche down the Road

And I Drink silence

Outside it has snowed

As if nothing else exists thereby

Just the Moment and the mayfly

This is a swan song

Accompanied by some roses drawn along

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