A palpable precipice, the mouthfeel of words
entertain a taste for a roseful of swords
Grey dream, oh I implore-
Come loose, lax rigid clasp long-moored.
See through the given slight
The eel in the talc won't un-wet his life
Take it from me,
it's not as we see
What's under the sky
is what enters your eye.
Sleeping pine, sea by my side
Fallen away, discord drips as the tide
Soft white,
In grey dreams..
release; enfold; we
Once I woke to snow on the sill
I went outside to keep it company.
Let the gin run through my veins,
ebbing cold into the pain.
I had entered a beauty sublime.
The leaves and trees and me,
frozen in time.
For this, I had prayed,
being home feeling estranged
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