The Sun ‘s low
We charge through the shade
The stalwarts evergreens.
the challenges trivial
Could this be a
Hell so simple
Oxidized
Benign
Scab
on the way to Salvation
Take a knee, take a ligament
Anything for the firmament
Another form
Another life to char
For the muse
that old lover calls my name.
Lowly paces
Through paradise
The serrated hair of sirens
reinvigorated, risen, from cup to
cup
Through the top
Boiled over
what a luxury,
to make
mistake after Mistake,
Content with
The seared forearm
The grafted skin
favorite line: the suns low we charge thru the shade..
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It’s beautiful but so sad.
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