>"Unconscious Thoughts" One Shot Wednesday #35

>Can’t place my heart inside a crystal glass
when flying singed edges need repair
Form is lost … changed 
Tin cans line streets
emerged with toxic waste
Forge a place of humanity
where furnaces never cease
Chase ghosts as they hide in
unseen corridors

Can’t place my soul inside a wooden box
while sliding on slippery pitches
Shape is found …regained
Plastic-filled waterways
choking out life
Consciousness of others lost
when the sun burns hardest
Pursuit of demons is forever
in scorched open fields

There’s a tree that leaves me
gloomy, while waiting for the night


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