Edged out on
blackened stones
I trip over
white lines
Stick to it
still
Seems like
miles
But runs in
circles
So I chase
my shadows
Across vales
Out of
windows
Over
drowning sails
I crossed
the smudge in the end
The
beginning
Or somewhere
in the middle
Tapped it
with a toe
And tread
lightly on
Should I
stop somewhere and leave a mark?
Stay long
enough to make a start?
Leave a
coloured dot
Smudge
another part?
Show the
world I was here
Been there
done that
Silently
smirk
And depart?
I stared and
stared
And shut an
eye
I swear it
moved
I bent the
line
We move
awkwardly now
My pirate
eye
My white lie
And I
amusingly random. and maintains that hint of impressivity which makes me write such i wish were part of the english dictionary words.
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