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a charcoal brush stroke
a tangerine sea
an ominous spiral
from amber into ink
i have found peace
not in a sea of flesh and blood
but in gazing eyes and murmuring lips
a hand on my head
and fingers intertwined
the peace i had thought
that i would never find...
the peace i had figured
was never there at all.
a torch in the water
it burned with a passion
but the fire became bitter
and i became afraid
so i threw away the years
the effort of my craft
and oh, the tears i shed
when i watched my life sink
to the sweet, deep black,
the sweet, sweet black.
the bleeding mouths
all mutter of time
and space among the gods
whose ears have long since been
lost to the sea of stars among men
staring at the wrinkles on my hands
gazing at the ocean in your eyes
standing on the ancient western sand
waiting and watching the summertime tide
the sky bled like syrup
the sea bled like ink
an explosion of clouds
and a system of stars
all sank
to the depth
underneath
i was a little boy
gazing at the pits
of paradise and hell
and every inbetween
to figure out why
we all had to die
and how on earth
we're going to survive
i'll be forever sorry
for the man i have become
if i'm even worth the title
or if it's make-believe
eccentritities
people say "that's an illness"
it's driving me mad.
september 7, 2021