Vixen
By: Bryan Olson
Fountains of destruction erupt around me,
But I stay steadfast,
I keep moving.
My lips continue to taste ancient maps,
Stepping softly,
where the pools of light hide,
Ever closer to that lone X that lies between the sands of time.
Still, I cannot help but chase the vixen that hides in the corner of my glass.
Sitting there,
just to the right of flowering righteousness.
They’ll find me drowning in my sleep,
My words,
nothing but pure water spilling forth,
Vast in its contradiction; that life I have been whiteness to.
A truth you could never unveil,
Love forever,
less than an inch out of your grasp.
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