Written by Algo
The still is so restless
This fills in the absence
Of stars within black holes,
Contrails of the control.
I’ll paint you the same sky
That’s blacker than all night.
More ancient than pain
It stays still, the same.
The movement so static
The fleeing from panic,
The court full of jesters
And worshipped protesters.
Won’t the hole in my soul?
Take the con from control
In the widening chasm
Between dreams and the baggage.
Text © Algo
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