Restless Soma
Old World (public) => Poems => Topic started by: runningstream on February 01, 2020, 05:59:17 AM
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The sky become blackened ,
As though closing gaps til none appear,
the ocean rising rising ,
I'm up high at altitudes above ,
I'm safe,
Those below the mountains,
Apocalyptic dreams ,
Something ominous imminent immanent,
Omniimminent or omniimmanent,
I don't know,
Perhaps a low pressure system ,
Oh panoramic ,
Perhaps something more,
Being split which two places at once ,
You must know the waking listening in rooms,
I'm listening here,
Waiting for cue,
The seeds springs ,
Imminently ,
Immanently,
Panorama also ,
Lastly beginning presently found,
Filling the worlds sky