Saturday, February 11, 2017

The hands ticked again
Back to that time
Of night
or day
fuck you geography
Here, its that time only the waves can be heard
crashing
wrecking shore after shore
making big earth into pebble

While tired eyes seek
nothing
moon angry sentry
howling silent
applauding defeat
head vampire lestat
turning blind eyes at mischief meandered
fed by dusks coming shadow
born dawns early martyr

Bring and be
deity dream
maiden nightmare riding night  
 

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