Lucid Camisados Poem by Melissa Nikolova

Lucid Camisados



The world spins by me in colors of iridescent neon.
Eons of eternity have come together for this, the world of us.
A decadent, luscious place of utter hedonism.
It’s only a matter of time until we self-destruct in a plume of our own noxious smoke.
And then?
The world will bow down to that which it wants to become.

Monday, May 4, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: together,world
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