Granite Descent

What it felt like

Back broke
To see behind us

Mystics running
In mist
Steps thundering

As the canopy of seas
Spill unto seekers
Clouds spikes seeping

Down through stems
Spull mystic mist
As hammering fist

A two-hour slope
Of dirt and rock

Hoping to not
On fogged cobble

From disembowled
Storm clouds

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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