o, this sea
of living , mortal blood -
sleeps in the silage of
gleaming flesh
us, the brute million,
enisled here, fish roaming
up and about hurried currents,
a muddle of breath aloud
or a hoard of a dream,
we, wet with continuities.
ah, populace, maddened
furiously sauntering
back to homes.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 4:10 AM UTC
o, this sea
of living , mortal blood -
sleeps in the silage of
gleaming flesh
us, the brute million,
enisled here, fish roaming
up and about hurried currents,
a muddle of breath aloud
or a hoard of a dream,
we, wet with continuities.
ah, populace, maddened
furiously sauntering
back to homes.
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