Euphoric Dystopia

Alone in my tower
High on the moon
Made of mirrors
The reflections
In my mind
Come crashing down
With the clouds

Crying me a future
Suitable for love
Fascinated by the rain of
Broken glass bringing
Up the dead
Sewing seeds of

One hundred million
Stars my only friends
In an imaginary
Picture show
The brightest minds
Shine just for me

Euphoric dystopia
I have become
Familiar to let down
Blown in by the wind
Upon wings of galaxies

left behind 
Tortured by time
Funny how when you
Cut into the past
The future
Spills out

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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