Gold and BonesA Poem by Zakari SchmidtInside our dying world
Time is just a tool for me
to screw myself into the ground Manufactured from the gold and bones inside our dying world Life is like a tool for me to lift myself into a cloud Build a ladder tall enough to touch a star and burn it out I wonder if humanity is fashioned to the will of god I wonder if reality is something we've been dreaming of © 2015 Zakari SchmidtAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorZakari SchmidtKC, MOAboutI've been writing creatively/semi-seriously for around a decade. 24 isn't old. Right now I'm writing folk songs, these poems/lyrics are part of my ASCENSION/ATTENTION collection. It's about being an a.. more..Writing
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