Craig H. Stewart
I Won't Let Go.
My heart is adrift, from black-less depths I gape and gulp another stone
into my guts, bubbled burp from Davy Jones adrift and muffled softly
popping foam, atop the cresting buttresses I gaze into the dark...
insensed with extra vascular implosion, a sense of outside1 turning
in from azure to crimson, flimsy tendrils fall from high above and join
into the dance, i can't remember time or space or place, i have you,
still...
Typhoon crescendo, muted blue and tasted perfume, I am not alone...
wrinkled fingers tempt my face into a smile... hold on to me I wont let
go, as Zeus rains silken flame and bellows forth, into the belly of the
world... hold on to me I won't let go.
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