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Aureola
Oscillating and spiraling,
Dripping down in dissatisfaction,
Scintillating and reminiscing,
With differing secrets to reveal.
Cowering and phobic,
Twitching with dementia,
Biting off nails, piece by piece,
The split-hair ends of sanity are breaking down.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee,
This passion is what someone is truly meant to be.
The harbinger of Calypso, the philosopher of Hermes,
Float like a butterfly, on winged boots.
Out into the true unknown,
Ready for the wilderness,
Trekking to the bleak wide open,
The only choice is contemplation.
Pump the pedal, burn the gasoline,
Douse in fire, light the night up.
Run in flames, to the true unknown,
Until the fire engulfs the soul.
Dripping down in dissatisfaction,
Scintillating and reminiscing,
With differing secrets to reveal.
Cowering and phobic,
Twitching with dementia,
Biting off nails, piece by piece,
The split-hair ends of sanity are breaking down.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee,
This passion is what someone is truly meant to be.
The harbinger of Calypso, the philosopher of Hermes,
Float like a butterfly, on winged boots.
Out into the true unknown,
Ready for the wilderness,
Trekking to the bleak wide open,
The only choice is contemplation.
Pump the pedal, burn the gasoline,
Douse in fire, light the night up.
Run in flames, to the true unknown,
Until the fire engulfs the soul.
Published 8th Nov 2011
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13th Feb 2013 5:08am
The rhythm reminds me of bobbing waves. I love the change of pace in the fourth. It's a very personal poem, but the depth is incredible. Seems like the sort of thing that I lot of effort was put into. Much likes.
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