Cascades of love,
I kept putting bricks around
how long shall I surround?
Whatever was left;
of it all—
I stood with ballistas' protruding
upon stinking patches of blood-mud;
the gates to my paradise
banished forever.
Who knew—
who knew there was an ocean so vast,
tides that rose so high;
as they came pouncing,
upon walls impenetrable
with eyes intoxicating—
Immobilized, I stood
know not why—
my staunchest bricks exiled
I left the door ajar
for the guest
to make home upon my cozy abode;
forever.
Tonight the waters of the ocean;
shall resolve once more
to overflow—
my glass of dreams, fragile;
once more, once more.
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 10:15 AM UTC
Cascades of love,
I kept putting bricks around
how long shall I surround?
Whatever was left;
of it all—
I stood with ballistas' protruding
upon stinking patches of blood-mud;
the gates to my paradise
banished forever.
Who knew—
who knew there was an ocean so vast,
tides that rose so high;
as they came pouncing,
upon walls impenetrable
with eyes intoxicating—
Immobilized, I stood
know not why—
my staunchest bricks exiled
I left the door ajar
for the guest
to make home upon my cozy abode;
forever.
Tonight the waters of the ocean;
shall resolve once more
to overflow—
my glass of dreams, fragile;
once more, once more.
--from when I had been writing to the ocean
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