what like eternal do returning oceans
feathered slightly
whitely capped
by lashes great
like eternal final hands
seas unbroken
outward sprawling
i
come again tonight
big waters
i come to thee
o
ye
of effortless forever
you shake and toil
endlessly hands
you drink me
finite infinitely
into your inky
scrape on the
horizon winks
the dapper twinkles
of red and green
lights little buoys
bobbing lights
little winking
twinklers seize
me in eternal
hands returning
fingers about me
hands eternal
(i stand upon
your breadths and upon them i'm an immutable dying sting)
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
what like eternal do returning oceans
feathered slightly
whitely capped
by lashes great
like eternal final hands
seas unbroken
outward sprawling
i
come again tonight
big waters
i come to thee
o
ye
of effortless forever
you shake and toil
endlessly hands
you drink me
finite infinitely
into your inky
scrape on the
horizon winks
the dapper twinkles
of red and green
lights little buoys
bobbing lights
little winking
twinklers seize
me in eternal
hands returning
fingers about me
hands eternal
(i stand upon
your breadths and upon them i'm an immutable dying sting)
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