Splintered retinas

A clamoring sect

a crick in the neck

looking up to heck

a mans lonely trek

blue skies under soles

sucked into imploded star holes

trembling like the foal

vessel for wayward souls

sealed in brick by brick

mortar comprised of shit

yet the ceiling aint too thick

to hide all his tricks

escape through the floor

burrow through a clouds core

tap golden keyless doors

sacrifice on the mind

cleave this crooked spine

on the inside youll find

my hearts made of pine

inverted shades

silent tirades

a fortune ill made

off the deuce of spades.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for ashes unusual angle

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