Is That Really Leaving It Behind?

Blast Outlast Through the stained glass And smash Outlast The past And smash Avast The past Is gone at last Avast Wear its carcass Is gone at last Hear the echoes Wear its carcass From then Hear the echoes Whispering From then A shockwaving beam Whispering Blast A shockwaving beam Through the stained glass

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Palpitation

Palpitation It wouldn’t be that memory Of stained glass dust now Scattered upon those grains Before the windows disintegrated It would be a high tide Of a rising kind pulled by A celestial body Further into the shoreline Where swells crash into Tiny tidepools and decorate Moon crabs with shards Of stained memories It wouldContinue reading “Palpitation”

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