gmc

You miss yourself
Empire didn't entirely fall
And some of Troy walls
Are still shining
Under an artificial sun

Words don't need any order
When the hand is free
They naturally find
Their own place by themselves
Illuminating any kind of world
In ribbons of pashmina
Or glimpses of magic mushrooms

So nobody's missed
Except from your own will
An unshared part of you
You did not investigate
For any kind of good reason