Once I Ran Home Poem by Leon Moon

Dissolving through posterity's amnesia,
I heckle to instances of golden echoes
Curling over under water streetlights
Calling forward the silent widows
Praising to presence sickly foil-petals
Erected to the inevitable dreams
Coiling concrete to caves of sense,
Crystalliseing outwards in liquid dreams;
Once I ran Home
I lost myself,
The uselessness to evolve.
Fathered my throne,

This was just a throwaway, an attempt for another series.