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CHANGELING ll
Faintly, I hear a ukulele~
it's strings curl
upon an plastic breeze
I walk lightly, across trash and sand
those filthy humans, I mumble
with their masks of genius?
The magenta skyline is starting to recline
into a blanket of blue
Lights wink across the water swells
and I wonder who we are?
where are we going?
Stranger thoughts are secrets
Just here I am centered
upon a mound of earth
and saturated underneath
a crescent shaped moon
There is an understated ashen glow
beneath winking eyes
I gaze...
...A magnetic pull moves me
I lift from this reduced place
having two views
=Frozen and divided=
The season has quickened
and I tire of this life
I wish to resign my position
At no fault to this world
I am the acrobat
flitting to and fro
Falling down sometimes
we will and will not-
I pick myself up!
Just to carry on, again
dreaming of elaborate worlds
and always preparing to be surprised
Perchance I die happy
I morph into an poets instrument
the kind where no human is needed
Created by the God Hermes
whom let by the wind
An Aeolian Harp
I would possess harmonious melodies
beside that ukulele
upon an oceans pedestal~
Written by,
Abby lynn
©
Aug. 14 2013
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CHANGELING ll
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