Chasing the Yellos

Blue castle vines grow awkward and stark
Gates upon hell where they live in the dark
Round the tree but black with the force
Skin that’s on fire with little remorse
Cuts and then move thru water & snow
Soul has been lifted but more travels to go
Halfway or done, can’t tell them apart
Field that’s on fire. The beast with no heart.
Forgot past steps and nowhere to follow
Resting dark bones. All worn out and hollow.

8:45 P.M. August 4, 2017

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