Has been undone
No new night
Will break the dawn
And spread the sky
Across its face
Its bloody orb
Blinkless, dilating
Bloodshot with mystic sickness
Then bloodless with the fall
Of tears, smudged mascara
As it peers across flat lands
Of the mind
This third eye explodes
Unraveling time
Like loose spools of red cotton
Dancing in the ancient winds
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| Art by Ben Templesmith |
This carries a dark, timeless essence. Nice work..and the pic compliments it beautifully
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