Labyrinthine by Marcus Wohler
A web lays nestled in a homely crack Star-spun so rudely divine in the frost A lone strike brings the
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A web lays nestled in a homely crack Star-spun so rudely divine in the frost A lone strike brings the
My Polaris, I’ll guide you back, To where the stars burn bright and blue, Before we fall out of sync,
Strike a match To light the fire And we’ll watch the flames Climb ever higher Out of the chimney Smoke
The crash of pencils dropping The popping of pens’ metallic clacking Paper cuts from self inquiry Training for that moment
You once said, “When I die, the absolute last thing I want is people wearing black I want color everywhere
There was once a man who sat on a hill Who believed he could force time to stand still So
I feel like painting, So while I’m drawing on your mind, Picture this: Words playing games with your psyche, Running
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Tiptoeing around it, waiting in the wings The shell of a dancer stands quietly empty A self gone to make
Unable to focus. Then again have I ever been able to? The unfixable problem of distraction. My minds off track,