Rending flesh from bone
A wardrobe floats by
Cracked by weather and neglect
It's bottom drawer locked,
The key resting inside of it
Trains charge along on tracks
Unsure of their cargo or destination
Compasses spinning wildly leap from their cases
Pointing straight up and rocketing away from the earth
My old bones are brown with age
Burnt by a sun with no cover of atmosphere
Dams break open
Spilling water thick and black
Trees moan and flowers shriek
Transparent birds swoop from noxious clouds
My eyes are black hollows
My jaw hangs in an obscene smile
Skin can no longer hide my true feelings
I laugh as the world reveals itself with me
I am tranquility unto myself
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