Rainbow patter along the
cobweb gardens
dreamgoblins
gobbling all the lights up
Cobblestone in silver
moonsheen
grapes are going leaves are turning
Still I miss you nightmare maker
there is anxious violence
to my missing
October grows colder
and we have no excuse
to meet
ever
What’re you gonna be?
does it require a mask?
About the Creator
Rob Angeli
sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
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The simplicity in this is startling compared to your typical vibe, and I'm adoring it here. The way you formatted this is gorgeous, and I can't get over how perfectly your image matches the hum of these verses. A poem alluding to Halloween has never been written so beautifully! I love the sound of this: "grapes are going leaves are turning Still I miss you nightmare maker there is anxious violence to my missing October grows colder" 💗