Prophecy

Slave Diamonds,

On strums emptying

Their dusted resolve,

When eyes clear me.

Great Lakes,

None travelers communicate

Within

To festive blazes

Stoking peace.

Ice words

Cascading

Gentle genius

Choirs,

Stepped back to

Equate distance acquired

To gold.

Dreams unpolluted

Through feelings

Split

The way

Records turn

Them into

Just one click,

Ending plays

For skips.

Needed wishes

Cradling

Dead expanses,

When candied

Curtains

Mirror to

The Backdrop

Of daydreams set to

S L O W.

Still

BURN

Of a

Card laid down,

Thrice thought,

The cloud beings emerge,

Fountains

Prophecize

In linings of

Angelic winds

Thrown

To breathe

What smoke leaves

The Oceanside Blunt

On moons arrived.

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