The Minds Poetry Group Open Mic (3/19/19): Plutojayce Reading and Discussion

Was in a song about a train and all the things that don't remain
Where everything thing that never was turns out exactly how it does
Was harder just to let it be so on again back off to sea
With broken angels up above who never cared for careless love
Though just a few lifted their heads forgetting they were almost dead
Therein that moment they realized that mysteries never advertise
Such simple matters of disguise are often seen as only lies
For I admit I've rode that train deeming the wisest men insane
Knowing there was nothing else laughing when they'd ring the bells
So as it slows around the bend the last lights shining once again
Let my old friend play my request no truer sounds could reminisce
Way on down to the lowest lows where that long and lonesome whistle blows

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|\ Animation: "l’Aiguillage oublié" by Rémi Durin -