Macroscopic

Floridan man
The only of the group
Ashes in his hands
Cloth in their own

Striped in blue
Bricks in the way
"Tried to talk to you"
Replied with "nothing makes you stay"

So, what do you feel?
Reduced to 18
Stretched to 21
Nothing allowed in between

The stores consolidate
Monopolized as friends
Weeds to comfort us all
Twisted into brand new ends

Ashamed and unfinished
Growth like the green
Existing in blue

A pole broken down
And drugs to amplify space
Already gone away
"Blinking, better catch it!"



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Mcbrine
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