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welling dark wet
wading in some bad dream
a drowning dream where
i do not recover
my body is washed up on a
pacific shore with nothing but
moonbeams to wear
nothing left except a smile
straining from a solemn jaw
welling dark wet
sunken hollows where eyes used to be.
stunning ribs that adorn size six and
wrists to match a bird's frame.
who would know the lushness of a life
buried far in the east on the coast where
bustlers busy adjust their gown on a
concert stage and orbs sparkling take away
the breath from an old man in the
front row, fond of opera.
to shore, a bleached and bony
breast, never heaving,
always at rest.
wading in some bad dream
a drowning dream where
i do not recover
my body is washed up on a
pacific shore with nothing but
moonbeams to wear
nothing left except a smile
straining from a solemn jaw
welling dark wet
sunken hollows where eyes used to be.
stunning ribs that adorn size six and
wrists to match a bird's frame.
who would know the lushness of a life
buried far in the east on the coast where
bustlers busy adjust their gown on a
concert stage and orbs sparkling take away
the breath from an old man in the
front row, fond of opera.
to shore, a bleached and bony
breast, never heaving,
always at rest.