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Powdered Madness

Lost sins attribute to the cool flow of air.

Blessed with the curse of eternity – the green tears lack what beasts behold, souls of burgundy

That cave’s opening, whisper, whisper, purges the stone path of cracks and misfit travelers.

Wooden utensils correspond to shrubbery and firmament, that of which guards fraudulent entry.

Everlasting, white rain drowns the weeping moon, whereas the sun grooms with forecasting pain by dawn’s noon.

Someday soon, shallow marrow will graze the fields as sparrows and kneel.

Are you lost if no one seeks?

Branded by an enchanted peek.

The mouse squeaks on a vacant peek.

Forsaken peeks squeak on an enchanted mouse, branded by vacancy.

Death pulses in a pair plus surplus minus redundancy.

Blindness seeks for the jealous that lusts.

Are you lost, Mr. Moss? Or are you confused?

~That Dude Eddie~

Please don’t forget to share this. :)

Love and Peace.

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7 comments on “Powdered Madness

  1. well that was a wicked journey! loved it!

  2. strong stuff here eddy. nice job!!

  3. white rain drowns the weeping moon

    Just one small outstanding phrase is a wonderful piece of writing. Really dramatic and emotional. Thanks – Diane

  4. Are you lost, Mr. Moss? Or are you confused? Right down to the bottom line. I absolutely love the rhythm and cadence of this piece.

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