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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