pocket poem 707

an immortal 

white gold sky

sits confined under my

                  tongue. 

 

an onyx moon will set 

tonight

i can feel it in my teeth

   d e e p   

          down

rattles my bones

awakens the soul

POEM

woke up with

  o p a q u e 

t houghts 

           drowning

my ability to

t h i n k 

  

    s

     t

       r

        a

        i 

          g

           ht 

 

Achilles Last Stand (1990 Remaster)

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