the albatross
is soon to find his way across
and in his busy claws
the albacore
a living mindful washed ashore
are we deserving more?
to you, who have not overcome this state
most any refuge might as well be lost
by now, by names, by numbers, carrying this weight
too late, don't wait, don't suffer for this noble cause
my albatross
until you meet
a deathly definite defeat
blow up the trees of dust
the clouds of wheat
until you find
a newly welcoming decline
protect these arms of yours
this heart of mine
must you inherit this unfading grief
that eats me up and secrets me inside
too late, don't wait, don't hope that it can ever leave
by luck, by force, don't think that you can ever hide
it will abide
my faithful guide
my coal black tide
my doubtful bride
keep up your fight
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 10:15 PM UTC
the albatross
is soon to find his way across
and in his busy claws
the albacore
a living mindful washed ashore
are we deserving more?
to you, who have not overcome this state
most any refuge might as well be lost
by now, by names, by numbers, carrying this weight
too late, don't wait, don't suffer for this noble cause
my albatross
until you meet
a deathly definite defeat
blow up the trees of dust
the clouds of wheat
until you find
a newly welcoming decline
protect these arms of yours
this heart of mine
must you inherit this unfading grief
that eats me up and secrets me inside
too late, don't wait, don't hope that it can ever leave
by luck, by force, don't think that you can ever hide
it will abide
my faithful guide
my coal black tide
my doubtful bride
keep up your fight
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