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October 03, 2022

Clouds of Chaotic Crowds

By Strider Marcus Jones

Clouds of Chaotic Crowds

Smitten --
Bitten
Like Faustus --
Leave the house dust
With fool's gold
Unsold.
This conveyor belt lair
A castle in the air
For Dante's dreams of doubt
To wander about
In, with voices that pretend
To be a different friend --
Oh my, what a frame,
Too big to blame
And beyond a simple say
To save and stay --
So, close the dungeon door
To be what you were before
And walk away
Into the clouds
Of chaotic crowds
Falling as rain
On sterile plain.






Article © Strider Marcus Jones. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-12-06
Image(s) are public domain.
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