For ages

For ages and for all reincarnations
The sweet deceit of the uncured scar,
The green carnation or the red carnation
The silence slightly turning to bizarre-
Ness of the shadows behind us
In their dance of autumn butterflies
Would you remain or would you be a kind of
The thousands of broken childish cries
The thousands of the unknown stories
The never ending adult fairy tales
Jim Morris-
Son
The glory
Your sad sorry,
The hands sticked with the nails
To someone’s failed
Delusion
Of the world
Resting on turtles
Of someone’s fear of eternal cries
The curtains of the age
So uncertain
When someone tries
Explaining you
the once unknowns message
Never received on virtual smartphone
Passed into through the long and scary passage
By pawns
To the old queen
Playing the princess
In her delusion of the destined break
In letters sent from Theo to his Vincent
Just to forsake
The meaning of once life forever thrown
To someone’s feet at the unknown shore
The fragile rocks, the sooner falling stones,
The Nevermore.