Paul CliveAug 22, 20231 min reada devil and a croneset for liftoffget these machine parts movingright these wrongsreset these bonessomehow eldritchsomeone silentsomething wickedthis way comesput back into placepopping off the pagehunger thick as spitlaying hands upon the sickimmersion in that seawhere I can see foreverthirst still deep as sinlaying circles on the sand in lazy circuitstwisting cloudssunrise paymentsuntil mid-afternooncircumnavigate hercrystal water's croon with waves that split like migraines hearts that cry monsoonsmeet down by the riverlet black waters stirabyssal shadows filterflit from ember to aircountdown counterculturelift a voice unsungburn against my fingertipsdancing on my tongueglossolalia another language lostliving just to babelwishing to be her hostcut this out from underspilling plans I laidto ride across these oceansto just lay here for daysset the pace just fastereager ferry ridescrowning toward disasterzenith of the tidesoh bring me that smooth tonedalliance of strings and break with me my loveuntil it doesn't mean a thingsuch a desperate hazeof meaningless riposteso I hide here in your gazeshaded sliver of hopesa silver coated moonthe touch of an embracea devil and a cronelaying hands upon the suna devil and a cronePhoto Credit: Helena Jankovičová Kováčová, Pexels, https://www.pexels.com/@helen1/
set for liftoffget these machine parts movingright these wrongsreset these bonessomehow eldritchsomeone silentsomething wickedthis way comesput back into placepopping off the pagehunger thick as spitlaying hands upon the sickimmersion in that seawhere I can see foreverthirst still deep as sinlaying circles on the sand in lazy circuitstwisting cloudssunrise paymentsuntil mid-afternooncircumnavigate hercrystal water's croon with waves that split like migraines hearts that cry monsoonsmeet down by the riverlet black waters stirabyssal shadows filterflit from ember to aircountdown counterculturelift a voice unsungburn against my fingertipsdancing on my tongueglossolalia another language lostliving just to babelwishing to be her hostcut this out from underspilling plans I laidto ride across these oceansto just lay here for daysset the pace just fastereager ferry ridescrowning toward disasterzenith of the tidesoh bring me that smooth tonedalliance of strings and break with me my loveuntil it doesn't mean a thingsuch a desperate hazeof meaningless riposteso I hide here in your gazeshaded sliver of hopesa silver coated moonthe touch of an embracea devil and a cronelaying hands upon the suna devil and a cronePhoto Credit: Helena Jankovičová Kováčová, Pexels, https://www.pexels.com/@helen1/
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