Maelstrom maestro
- Andrew Bedell
- Mar 15, 2017
- 1 min read
Crooked smile
Lecherous eyes
Falling in dreams
Always falling
No wings for flight
Singed, burnt
Near the end
Time passes
Fingers moving
Since the dawn of time
Tick-tock tick-tock
Not long now
Risen, ebullient
Fantastic fields of gold
Open window
Moving air
Lost dreams
No breeze to speak of
Stillness
A thunderclap
Maelstrom maestro
A ricochet
Finished
All done
Meltdown.
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