Liberty

Washed wander wetlings dropped raw into the abyssSplit silent spat on false ground fed to the firePerfection dancing in raindrops whirling winds of lost chancesSpeechless nostalgia torn back from careless slumberNothing left to determine who’s who and what’s whatGliding bashfully on inspiration and impulseHop scotch and candy canes drawing nothing out of arrested blissCoffee cups and cigarettes plays double dutch to feel a bitDark shades upon the eyes to see another’s glory in fear to fade your own flame outSinking mud to swallow shallow formations in loose concrete paying homage to backward insightMonuments to dull creation and lost dogs to give up the fightGhosts blowing tears off lady liberty and fairy godmother wrapping Alice in a blanket of woolWarm bunnies crawling out of the wall to catch a frog tumbled hopefully from the sky. [simple-payment id="404"]