Prophetic Poem by Dylan KD.

Prophetic



Adrenaline moans
walking derelict bones
unleash the few into groups
to save them all from the glue.
In tentacle strides
each animal cries
explaining heaven in numbers
to a suited, tired pilot.

When pendulum comes
flow slow like millenium tongues
a stoned, juxtaposed man
from oblivion
sings in a still caravan.

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