Set down worn passages penned at your dawn.
Somewhere under perpendicular starlight,
Adventure awaits your doppelgänger.
A pulverised youth; a parallel you.

Do you believe in Ghosts?

Silver lips insist on telling fleeting tales,
Resistant as they kiss.
Lustre fades into a fabled flutter,
Setting sail against this breeze we’re gifted.

Do you believe in Gods?

Carve a way across the waves you’re making.
Wake up to days of breaking blame.
Scream at the sky in a final flicker of fear.

Do you believe in Love?

Break a link in the longest line of loss.
Stay awake until we’re half past lust.

Do you believe in Luck? 🍀