Shadow eyed and cautious with an in-discrepant gait
Wearing sulfur oxide like a leather twist of fate
The vulture lay a weary hand on branches of the mind
Turning to nostalgia for a chaos so aligned
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He moves with dusk’s uncertainty in dimming infrared
Amid the boundless falling leaves of springtime aforesaid
In windy whisper trains of thought that whistle to the moon
Reflecting like a gemstone on a crystal clear lagoon
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With wrinkles of a story gaining traction losing speed
And cloudy cataracts that see the hunter in the reeds
He takes his journey through the dusty hillside to the woods
Losing sight of effervescent cleanly neighborhoods
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Reflective so by nature yet repressed to be refined
His journey shows him how to lose and what he needs to find
Exhausting though rewarding to release the vice’s grip
Relinquishing his likeness for a sense of authorship
About the Creator
Tanner Peiffer
I'm an aspiring poet, writing from both personal experiences and surreal concepts, with the goal of inspiring anyone who may read. I hope my art can strike a chord and shift a perspective or two. 20 years old.
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