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Tuesday, June 10, 2014

At Sea (scene 3 of 6)

 Sun stricken gold
As clothes fall away uneasy
As the call away now leads me to the sky
 One ticket home
Sent to sink in sea behind me
As the entity inside me waves
 "Goodbye" again
As I die and die unending
As I bide left time extending on the earth
 Birth, come reversal
Reciting like rehearsal
Inviting all the elements to feed
 Slow bleeding eyes
As they hold their focus high
As a golden token, I wait to be spent
 Luck be a lady
Lent from space to serenade me
Stretching lace to warm the surface still undone
 Come lullaby me
Stick a fork in 'fore you try me
I am yours and yours entirely to be won







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