WG (03.07.1992 / Slovakia)

Whistleblower Angels

dwellings of myriad ragtag!
over the fluid moors I salute you
not hoping to see you again
till treasure of divine tings and syllables

greets the new dawn of calming noise
in shadowy slumber we remain
vaporizing as trees fall down
endlessly and expressly

averting a salvation

down the spiral of empty skulls
anarchist moods and petty pains
man is a silly thing made of flesh
not giving a damn in this mess

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Excellent inference, down the spiral of empty skulls anarchist moods and pretty pains man is a silly thing made of flesh. Thanks for sharing.10 points.