'Been and Gone'

Scorned by knives
at dawn with guns,
they march away to fight.

Fated once but not again,
to move deftly beside.

Now I wage a different war.

In blissful states of mind,
I crest the newly turning tides.

I drew upon my many scars,
to orchestrate this map.
Plotted out a path to take me
far beyond the stars.

The boy and I convened a truce,
a plot for unity.
Visions now a-rife,
of the goddess second-coming.

Laughing at the brutal death
of all those years before.
Flash-frozen,
the heart devoured,
left in hell to thaw.

I lost those tears of ink and gold,
fallen in the rain.
Every single drop was earned
as I forgot my name.

Amidst the press of endless thought,
to think and feel as one;
I slowly came full circle,
beneath the midnight sun.

The curator is on her way,
my hand and breath to hold.
Until I cross the line again,
just one last fucking time.

Back to where it all began.

Back into the light.

'Been and Gone'

Laszlo Totka

Sydney, Australia

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