Tyler Mason


Macedonia

Inhabit the brain with telltale imagery...
For metal breeds in dark places.
So, thenceforth, journey through bright brilliant skies...
Clouds laced intricately in a macramé.
And worry not of planets falling like maces.
Look unto your wild, lynx-eyed lover
And beckon forth the lyricist in the clouds.
Let him play lute or madder flute...
Onward to Macedonia.

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