Aaron Lynn Poems

You can't have the puffy clouds
Without the worm-infested Earth.
Nor can you have the soothing warmth
Without the fire burning first.
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You plunged forth from chaos
And emerged into being
When everything was one.
You fashioned my home
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One bleak night,
In a candlelit room,
I began to compose a new song.
A composition of terror, of witches, of darkness,
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Grasping at the burning dawn
Of a new ascendancy.
Yet one erected far beyond
The husk of eternity.
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Within the drowsy halls of man,
The sacred winds may whistle through.
Which rustle leaves and scatter sands
And spread the scent of morning dew.
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Beneath the splintering moonlight
And the flickering sense of unease,
A tide of her golden waters
Collapses on my heart, a sea.
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No words are spoken,
But all is heard
In dreamlit oceans beyond sleep.
As form lay broken,
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We chose the lesser evil,
And we got exactly what we deserved.
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The past reclaimed!
The modern plague revealed.
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The thinking constructing this wretched tune.
Is the howling towards a shrouded moon.
As a bird soaring tender versus tarnished skies.
I cautiously ponder this boundless ice.
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