Sullen dark courtyard
Razed the black tiger
Fragrances only waft
In lonesome essence
She was an empress
Farcical philosophers
Gluttons to the masses
And the shrouded
retarded
muse of wisdom
Tormented Black Tiger…
Stripes gilded by milky moons caress
Until
She can
So
So
So softly sing
A memory of age
Age lost in its shining brilliance
With each memorized passage
Losing meaning
And harboring hope and fear
for the future to ignore
“Short attention span works even the best of us
when we believe that there are short cuts to reason…..”
erik bradford
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