8 september 2018
Incinerated
I don't find words.
Words will find me crying,
when a drone hits the coral reef.
Between guilty and
innocent, the sleep will
level the night and
let go the dreams in sea.
The school of fish dies
in my story. The ship sails
for a new port. I cleave
a pattern of withdrawl.
Roses will come again, to
sign a pact with the unshaven
god, sitting on the pavement,
waiting to be beheaded.
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