Treasure Island

Mitchell Long

(February 22nd,1997 / Minneapolis)


Free of fate and firmly fostered
Perfect homestead, potent, postured
Aster life of gay and beauty
Function future without duty
Utter silence use is useless
Damned of dust d'ast does delight
Hardened future locks of light

Sky of clouds eternal glory
Speaks my life’s internal story
Ghastful gates so grief and grim
Live no more as theatres fin
Linen lining, spensive sheets
Rich and full comes natures treats

Lost but happy view of self
Need not money, fat of wealth
Love of life so close and near
How I feel throughout the year
Nothing more ill need of me
Feeding off of nature’s qi

Creating conscious sense of self
So they know of simple health
Retracting lies of never ending
The final lines are simply pending

Submitted: Monday, April 01, 2013

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