Gone Poem by I, Mongoose

Gone



Every time I come to this place
It is the same with the changing.
Shadows and glare reflect form,
As night-clouds a lightning storm.

It shouts, "Eat it all or you'll get none, "
Half through what's already been done.
Purge everything that brought you here
And dance to that which you forgot to fear.

Monday, July 31, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: blindness,interference,reason
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