Cleaved from the breast of a hydrophobic stone; I found solace
in disremembering. I stowed away on a barge of flotsam.
Carried the weight of my teeming delirium
all the way, to my tiresome revolt.
Like a Gunga Din... with a bucket
full of wishes. And a bucket
of holes.
I only slept when the dreams stopped.
As foretold.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
Cleaved from the breast of a hydrophobic stone; I found solace
in disremembering. I stowed away on a barge of flotsam.
Carried the weight of my teeming delirium
all the way, to my tiresome revolt.
Like a Gunga Din... with a bucket
full of wishes. And a bucket
of holes.
I only slept when the dreams stopped.
As foretold.
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