| storm_pools | ||
| Symphonic |
Mask the turmoil of infinity, Make it seem outwordly pleasing and yet ingrained with horror. Years have drained by, classified in our retreat from pressured lockdown. I simply cannot believe that I could snatch your scent once again from the air, a projection of thought only. Sipping at the question well, trailing your fingers through the small waves others created. A dice toss, no bet placed. Olive branches burned in a small cave, to help you scratch your life unlived. |
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| mourninglight |
memory storms pool storms collide memory exists in fragments of shattered time memory exists apart from time from whence time evolved storms of the eye eyes of the storm a rolling flood of colour and light fragmented thoughts and the pooling veins clotting blood carrying the storm through the aorta to the heart of the matter apart from time into the centre second star to the left, and straight on till morning |
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