Sunday, 27 September 2020

close all of me

to open all of your demise 
into a protagonist overwhelming 
pour of osmotic gratitude.
the great of our lesser service;
an earth vacuumed into a 
numb fist.

higher priestess standing still
above this loud earth and dripping 
sky; i bleed and believe us.
where you open i close
my vision into a parting
tribe where i let her go
and finite your sword
and land my wand.

granted avalanche

when we arrived  the amulet was damaged and  broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...