In My Mind; Tremors

set aflame and burned to Ash
moon dust scatters a forgotten past
now lives away, a faint memory
burdened by Insanity
tremors dance in opposition
pulling forth Divine submission
we all feel the same in lowly repetition

a sinking swollen grave misplaced
disposed, now found in Prose
caught in time and covered by
A single Rose;

where light and dark omit the day
and nightfall calls the ghosts to stray
remembering their ancestral names
in astral planes the Caravan remains
refrains and obeys oppresses and repays

shying from the disdain of orderly gain
we are called by new names
rebuking weathered chains
Grow the love, promote the change
Free the free souls who abstain

We stay Awake.


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