Give Way to the Moon
Scratch a few notes in pencil, erase and feed them to the fire. With your soul at risk what the fire burns is not your
April 28, 2024
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Scratch a few notes in pencil, erase and feed them to the fire. With your soul at risk what the fire burns is not your
Comfortable in the dark waste of twisted roots, life broke the hardpan forcing me to surface. The morning light blinded, a deafening sound of birds.
Suffer the windswept ocean, the cold air and crested waves on this patch of green. An aquifer of imagination lies underground in pools, rising through
When injuries of deception corrupt the well, orchards shrivel, and predators roam the streets. Warm a cup of silence on the fires of sacrifice; empty