Poetry · Writing

Contour

The outline sketched

didn’t follow the lines.

My my my if they only

saw it now, bowing before

the broken plans. Reading

between the lines on a rainbow

of dreams in a past life

tortured by this inferno.

Trapped in Lust and crawling

to Limbo. It’s quite here.

Conjuring an escape into

a brand new blue print,

far from a lost planet.

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