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Tag Archives: salem’s childe
The Storm
Chaos consuming
Colors collide
Capture the essence
Of being but not
All as one
And nothing defined
Rapture of reason
Unwritten by rhythm
Restless and reckless
Rending the senses
Gravity
An overwhelming sense of being
Weighing of this reality
The will to be
To live
To breathe
To die
Broken
And unmade
And settled by this gravity
A crowded emptiness
In the limitations of reason
A focused point of entropy
Expression becomes
Its own hallowed season
Forgotten in what used to be
What if?
Is and is not
Potential in its being
Manifest in the asking
Undone by its becoming
What I have
What I hold
All that I
Must let go
And in myself
Find myself free
