Grinding to a much needed halt
Beneath a seething red star,
I wring out my thoughts,
And backslide into a trance
The universe unreels
In long columns of black,
As the silence expands,
And softly urges me to wander
Grinding to a much needed halt
Beneath a seething red star,
I wring out my thoughts,
And backslide into a trance
The universe unreels
In long columns of black,
As the silence expands,
And softly urges me to wander
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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