• ongeerie 6w

    Sift

    Ruins of a long lost landscape
    Torn of war and plagued with strife
    Fractal sunk ever imploding
    Crossed with streets of fear and loathing
    Little useless pieces conjoined
    Few whom dare entertain the notion
    A crafty sanguine dismissal
    All that once was
    Inner universe
    Sift through the creases
    Find some meaning
    ©ongeerie