Friday, 14 August 2020




the tintand

helllamented rose

lost therewill to sea


the coldsalt hew

gritwall punch of

thescented squall


stingrock aft

ropeburn aft

deadweight made


they succumbed to it all


insuch rotlog condits

the concentric terns

brasspolished afters


inconcrete wind

forced barpressure

for onemore might


peace was somehowsought


but in lowgrey fought

in lockfit inevitable

lampand glasstap that


sicklift shifts theneedle

to ever plummetset

these immensepated


in the whelming hue of doom


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