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My clothes are familiar and I blend in well the shops are quiet and do not sell I drive on regardless each day the same way a sagas myth is here to stay the welcoming inn a buzzing  hive clothes unpeel and emblazoned I rise in short sleeved blue Jim Jams with clogs of noir to follow tiled pathways and stairwells on high scale the walled harbour and tide gloves now cover along with gauzed hair levy labelled with cóem and time a mask of no air a visor upon my stare gloves that give birth in a pair entering the abode the door is unsealed la dévastation is revealed with each breath mists my brow stifled sounds and blurried spectres angels wings unfurled amorphous canoes float among modulus forms each suspended on ripples that care moorings avail the fare pure is the air each a lifeline engaged in dance the lines waver a harmonious swell take gauntlets and bib many hands take hold the canoe is in white water capsized and adrift what’s up is down and down is sound the turbulence unfolds blue now runs red muscles unwind eyes now a veiled dreams on thin air eyes are the story telling their all prepare, engage, and consider action stations now all the canoe revives eddies are restored the brows repose the eyes belighten a canoe is transformed the moorings are loosened our chance to assist the derrick is grasped air finally comes forth a canoe breaks loose a belling arises and then one more steers an outstretched hand the lines are gathered the harbour protects all a poem is written an eloquent enigma each number makes news a zero the grail summoned by home the inns light fades with the distance a refreshing shower a cooling drink a warm meal tired eyes, fasten shut the canoes float past my eyes open but nothing stirs I mouth in silence 'yield thou viral hold'
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
The harbour protects all
My clothes are familiar and I blend in well the shops are quiet and do not sell I drive on regardless each day the same way a sagas myth is here to stay the welcoming inn a buzzing  hive clothes unpeel and emblazoned I rise in short sleeved blue Jim Jams with clogs of noir to follow tiled pathways and stairwells on high scale the walled harbour and tide gloves now cover along with gauzed hair levy labelled with cóem and time a mask of no air a visor upon my stare gloves that give birth in a pair entering the abode the door is unsealed la dévastation is revealed with each breath mists my brow stifled sounds and blurried spectres angels wings unfurled amorphous canoes float among modulus forms each suspended on ripples that care moorings avail the fare pure is the air each a lifeline engaged in dance the lines waver a harmonious swell take gauntlets and bib many hands take hold the canoe is in white water capsized and adrift what’s up is down and down is sound the turbulence unfolds blue now runs red muscles unwind eyes now a veiled dreams on thin air eyes are the story telling their all prepare, engage, and consider action stations now all the canoe revives eddies are restored the brows repose the eyes belighten a canoe is transformed the moorings are loosened our chance to assist the derrick is grasped air finally comes forth a canoe breaks loose a belling arises and then one more steers an outstretched hand the lines are gathered the harbour protects all a poem is written an eloquent enigma each number makes news a zero the grail summoned by home the inns light fades with the distance a refreshing shower a cooling drink a warm meal tired eyes, fasten shut the canoes float past my eyes open but nothing stirs I mouth in silence 'yield thou viral hold'
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
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