In The Gloaming

In the gloaming,
Where fractal waves
Lap against the shores
Of a cerulean void,

Where emotionless winds
Hum vibrations in shifts,
Whipping lost, feral ghosts
Into storms.

Inside the eye of a tempest
Blinking in chaos,
Where a hole hides a secret
Under hundreds of bones,

Where time stands still
In a rock’s cool shadow,
And the deserts you gifted
Sit folded up into swans,

I found you
Having the time of you life,
Covered in brick dust and children,
Digging perfect derelictions,

And making suppers for the singing.


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