Imaginary canvass
A nobody ruling from an imaginary throne,
Tucking away his delusions in his schizophrenic home.
I often wonder who attached my soul to this bag of bones.
The existential complex of a boy from the city of Alcapone;
Slicking his hair back with his special pompadour hair comb.
One with the flow, wandering where ever the wind goes.
Come midnight, on a Lakeshore Montrose beach stroll.
Feeling the sand in between the web of my toes.
Overly conscious deity trying not to lose control;
Lost milky way soul plunging into a black hole,
The light of fireflies always guides me back home.
Phoenix feather engraved onto my tombstone,
Resurrecting in darkness, yet illuminating heavenly gardens.
Celestial artist cursed forever with catharsis. I beg your pardon,
Canvassing eternity with residue of garnet; crystal incarnate
Trying to sparkle and shine before being sold heartless.
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