Your Final Undone
There is a call in the distance
I know my future will witness.
No calm offer shields my bubble,
it floats high to crash, then crumble …
Soon will come your final undone.
I use love-you-smiles to battle on
while you destroy your own Avalon.
Real life constantly sabotages
my feel beneath smiling camouflage.
I already hear gentle guitar chords sadly strum
and wish purifying, steady rain to rinse me numb.
Doves will later all gather for a united coo
as the world finally releases all forms of you.
In a fire never man-begun,
your purest force will heighten flames,
your final quiet will be spun,
and the sun in you will set tamed.
Then, upon your clear horizon
dear peace will ease all my frightened.
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