Waste Alchemy

Come, raise yourself up.

It’s a darkened life, dead end time.

Caught in the shadow of time past, my lenses darkly.

Holding my head up high, to hunt for a glimpse of a light.

It’s black and blue, its neon red, nothing that couldn’t beat the kiss of doubt

In these hits, it feels like this.

And I will fall with no one beneath me.

Take the fall.

Feel the force of the sphere tonight.

Take the fall.            

And take a call.

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It's all a matter of rust and shine, to serve a distinction between to have and to have not.

3 thoughts on “Waste Alchemy”

  1. Tight, tight text, Watt. I don’t know what to say but congratulations!

    Actually I’m still getting over, a few posts back: those of you who love me, like me also……….A little nervous about opening up this post but it is so symmetrical, but dancing, that I am glad it did!

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