Distilling Creation from Destruction Beneath a Purple Sun [Original Poem]

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Incoherent,
the conductor composed the train with chaos;
Lost in the Rorschach blotch
still looking for the grey spots.
Stains locked precise
like surface to air missile sights.
Concocted tick-tock promises,
messages which
self-destruct.
Constructed hearts of
paper-mache,
love, and light.
But
there's nothing a crow can do
to change its view on luck.
Stuck,
the glue on my feet
smells sweet as the leaf I puff,
Let it dry,
I unlace concrete boots with truth,
kick off dust-
Backbones of loyalty
made for royalty
building rust.
Laugh it off-...


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