Funeral

Ryder Pittz
Nov 4 · 1 min read
Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

light fades from azure eyes,
visions of a raging river
dying in the embers of a
viper’s dance —
Death is a chemical,
it’s grip strangling the
syzygy of stars and dirt,

of you and me.

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Ryder Pittz

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Author, Traveler, Poet. Disciple of Springsteen. Just trying to keep the wheels on the ground.

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A wall of emotional venting, short little notes to share with the world. Poetry and small little pieces of writing will be published here!

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