on sparrows, seas, and sadness
desire me it whispers at the
trails of the wind touch me
while you can it grasps
at fleeting hollow words a
hollow hollow hallowed world —
there is something sacred rife
in sadness something in the
life of wishing well debris it
cries in shut-eye waking hells
and dives with weights
so fast so fast so fast
into an angry sea
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howitzerliterarysociety said:
/there is something sacred rife
in sadness something in the
life of wishing well debris / such surging Atlantic Ocean power. Lines of the vine and the vibe. Dig it. Best
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