Flowers grow from mud unseen,
I question all as I walk in a dream.
The mask of eternity frightens me.
My hand reaches towards the darkness.
Left from center right from light -
I cast away my fears as I drop into the night
That which you hate it seems is thrown way for all time,
only to be born again in the womb like an apple pulled from the mist.
Castles melt away at each big bang as universe after universe unfolds.
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This is a content entry for @robyneggs Poetry Dice #6
Image credit: Thanks to @thecryptofiend who generously shared images of the Bamburgh Castle at Sunset