Taste
new words
to see
it through.
a pseudo
synaesthesia
grown easy
on the eyelet,
fits, apparently
awake
the derelict
convictions
say,
it cannot be
this much is all
The All, we are
to ever have
and less the time
to take
Seems aeons
since the badlands
let, their Agincourt
of arrowheads,
projecting from
the epicentred
tragedies
of Your
a softer
vector
than before
yet, pertinent,
as ever
Their
ambient
trajectories
descending
back to you
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 5:21 AM UTC
Taste
new words
to see
it through.
a pseudo
synaesthesia
grown easy
on the eyelet,
fits, apparently
awake
the derelict
convictions
say,
it cannot be
this much is all
The All, we are
to ever have
and less the time
to take
Seems aeons
since the badlands
let, their Agincourt
of arrowheads,
projecting from
the epicentred
tragedies
of Your
a softer
vector
than before
yet, pertinent,
as ever
Their
ambient
trajectories
descending
back to you
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