MalletFace
Lv. 1 Adventurer
Do you remember the way we saw through
her eyes in blues and butterflies
as we clung to that golden shiny wire
of hope, building a future of vibrant jades and joys?
How the judges and arbiters arrived aloft,
creators of the same things we've seen before
a gust in calm skies and crowded corridors,
whispers of their ruling:
What's old is new?
Or how the engine roared,
metal clanging, banging against
sputters of fumes and
metal raking, creaking against
tires squealing against the stone
monkey, a shooting star,
shattered,
looking for the next fight in a world full of
love of laughter of parties of friends of joy
of games of food of forgiveness of plays
of road trips of dances of cruises of waves
of competitions of family of home of songs
of creation?
But you have to recall its scion,
redeeming, holy
wound-bearing,
ministry of heroes
to a world of.
Do you remember the way we saw through
her eyes in blues and butterflies?
...
Been thinking about writing about writing about writing lately. Might have to write about it.
her eyes in blues and butterflies
as we clung to that golden shiny wire
of hope, building a future of vibrant jades and joys?
How the judges and arbiters arrived aloft,
creators of the same things we've seen before
a gust in calm skies and crowded corridors,
whispers of their ruling:
What's old is new?
Or how the engine roared,
metal clanging, banging against
sputters of fumes and
metal raking, creaking against
tires squealing against the stone
monkey, a shooting star,
shattered,
looking for the next fight in a world full of
love of laughter of parties of friends of joy
of games of food of forgiveness of plays
of road trips of dances of cruises of waves
of competitions of family of home of songs
of creation?
But you have to recall its scion,
redeeming, holy
wound-bearing,
ministry of heroes
to a world of.
Do you remember the way we saw through
her eyes in blues and butterflies?
...
Been thinking about writing about writing about writing lately. Might have to write about it.