//I shouted out/
the storm begin/
the rippling sky/
I held within/
perched atop/
my padded hill/
wondering which/
motherfucker will/
but not so much/
not what I seek/
I climb to find/
another peak/
shedding moments/
in each drop/
beads on my hand/
from shoulder’s top/
sights inside/
of clouds of dust/
of ice and ash/
of worlds of rust/
and somewhere just/
beyond the light/
bleeding crimson/
stars ignite/
“TAP TAP TAP”/
a moment too late/
“-EEEEEEEEEP” the rhythm/
while you meditate//
The Gentle Sky
Mintedon SolSea 12
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