Sunday, April 26, 2026

Beyond that Next

 
Beyond that Next
 
Icarus
              As my candle melts
 
No sun
No wings
 
A salty rim
And a dead man sings…
 
No smoke
But a fire
 
Inked ankles
Remind me
 
There is more
That just now
 
But the past is gone
And the future is dark
 
Tomorrow’s plans
Are just for the day
 
Nothing else
Beyond that next
              Dark horizon

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