I tongue truth's
tiny tinctures
inside depths of your deceits
and so you cream me curdled
within tide's calming tread
and I spread sideways,
preparing flight
for finer achievements,
while destinations dance mockingly
between fish-eyes
and caviar.
My starvation hunts rejection,
flinging defiance
inside wind's chill,
to circle calamities with inept abilities
and I pray for prey
to dare to rise,
focusing spines
against statuesque stares.
This wooden world
is splintered
and flints of thought
merely pass it by;
sky melds meekly
into sea's old shades
whilst I dive
into predicted outcomes--
soon earth shall know aridity
and sun
will scorch skeletal remains
that smudge pains
only on beds...
of sheep
and non-believers.
My wings are almost ready
to sing of flight,
drawing treble-clef claims
inside instinct's arms
and I hum hysteria
to lesser fools:
be good to the breath
that belittles you,
for two-thirds of life
shall perish
before day is nigh
and fish...
will rot
within mankind's demise.

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Very impressive!! Wishing you all the best in the contest!!
Peace, xx Cyn




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