Ashen

Lucy Tonic

You know nothing

I know less

Seems the whole world spins on

An uneducated guess

Connected dots replace

Moon's curiousness

An upon a shooting star

I wished for death

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Flickering rotation

Signals all is strangely fixed

Like a warrant on my life

For obscured charges

They love to say they care

As they play in hyacinths

Upon the ashen horse I pray

More time for forgiveness


Published by Lucy Tonic

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