i dream of times away
climbing up to the craterous place
where life simply washes away
and in your keep is plainly self,
there is no pronouns or health felt.
only wind, earth, fire
consuming all the heart’s desire.
people and things are not found here,
simply a body soaked in a bay’s tear
where grooves of luminous chocolate bark
protects the body’s ivory form
from never being harmed.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
i dream of times away
climbing up to the craterous place
where life simply washes away
and in your keep is plainly self,
there is no pronouns or health felt.
only wind, earth, fire
consuming all the heart’s desire.
people and things are not found here,
simply a body soaked in a bay’s tear
where grooves of luminous chocolate bark
protects the body’s ivory form
from never being harmed.