Ouroboros

Ouroboros

Static in darkness.
Mist of blue.
Melting into the walls, solitude.

Gift of innocence, stolen.
Serrated teeth,
Devouring myself alive.

Mindless soul,
Staggering on the path of time,
In search of misprinted lies —

O Joy
Floundering about the shores,
Foam to dune, glitters of the sea

Like a setting sun,
Shines their emptiness down my misty-eyes
As I sang the blues.


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