Bokeh

A story of someone travelling, the rest of the description will be yours to make...

Visions of 20/20 under glasses,

phosphenic lights that run over the marshes…

And with chords that beat,

the fast travelled slow

with the lust of wonder.

As details began to blur,

orb-like lights began to glow

within every feel of wind

singing to my skin.

 

‘Til naked eyes see;

‘Til the smell of pines hinder

Passion, warmth

and chronicles

drive �" they run

with the escape

for this ambivalent

finifugal.

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Reviews

[BeatnikCave]

Very kerouc-esque. I don't normally enjoy poems but this one has form and a point. Well structured