seraph, a man in a grain of sand
how far you have fallen
all trace of you got swept beneath
the sea of time, your alleged crime
you tried to pay your respects
to the last breath, but lies still lie and
fidelity has long left the stage
he’s gone, never to pass this way again
you bear the echo of all that was
with the weight of a dead crown
are these the days of clarity
in the sea of time, a bitter wine
lilies grow amongst the skulls now
the aftermath of your unseen war
have you not seen through the tears
you, the unreconstructed man
silence, and dark tranquillity
morning star, you blanch at the dawn
parlay at the speed of trust’s decay
this sea of time, the mere sublime
grief has frozen you to the shoreline
the pain of you reaches into a lie
verging on hope, though god knows why
a quiet smoke seeking ascension’s sigh
who will come for you now
who will comfort you, bury you
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 
Stop, stop, I can’t take it anymore. But I must go on. Godot’s waiting for me. Thanks for helping me along the way.
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And this is the part where I blush. 😛
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Outstanding. By far the best I’ve seen from you yet. Channeling – or a little help from – one of the greats, perhaps?
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Oh, that is a lovely thing for you to say. Thank you! (I only wish I was channeling one of the greats!) 😛
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Sad and strong!
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Thank you so much, Rae! 🙂
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Amazing!
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome!
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