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What a messRunning thousands of miles-
I have came upon the sun.
It rose like a Greek god,
And quickly collapsed as if it's wings were cut.
He started to barrel down in flames to my universe.
My heart.
Burning he's way through my atmosphere,
I rush to the falling sea.
Grasping on to the metal heart that is mine,
I fall into the sea of Poseidon.
I hear the cracking of the mirrors and the frame work of what was-
Watch-
Watch the pieces roll down the sides of this sphere,
And fall in salt water blue.
Who I am?
As the atmosphere goes up in flames-
Orange and gray.
Question the flocking of winged creatures that fly above and disappear.
Even the trees break from their roots & fall hard in the forest green.
Sadness is the heart beat-
Dancing in the falling particles of glass that once was a thriving universe.
A planet built out of faceless books,
A earth dashed in black ink that goes deeper then the blood stream.
Swim a shore,
And hold on to the dying sand floors.
Darkness repaints the fields and the ho     The ButterflyThe sun turned, and my flying stopped.
The brightness has cut me off.
Swirling down below the clouds,
I feel the rush now.
My senses tense up & I the butterfly pass the fuck out.
As the wings torn and burnt..
I float softly through the ripples & tides of the memories of the skies.
Even if I,
the butterfly can no longer smell the sea salt tide.
it the tide will take me for a ride-
As if I were never dead or nor alive.
It will stand me back up,
and whisper my name & let me surf days upon days.
Letting me become one with the ocean waves,
and the air that is salty & clear.