Death of Crying god-Candy

bright soap froth

undersea castle

teal aquamarine

mansion depot house

railroad empty holding

to one place where to start

openness

transits nothing cargo

to non-place

to the death of crying

below heavens ceiling girder

buildings demarcated

clouds

to the upper level sphere

of chased out 

a clock wheel locomotive

alone above 

churning whistles

behemoth

being heating muscle

for metropoles

Author: Pilot of Oumuamua

Suffering from decades from depression, generalized anxiety disorder, and Schizotypal Personality Disorder, I write very descriptive, poignant, and real poems using different rhyme schemes. I write on weather, geography, capitalism, love, mental illness, being a Xennial, Scorpio, and death. I have a great wealth of experiences to continuously draw upon poems on. I am self-published and proud of seven books that are either novellas or poetry genres.

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