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Le Catamaran
Spent your whole life scrawling runes in the sand your whole world etched out in tropes arcs from beginning and end unto skyline been there done that, I can comprehend you don't wanna ever be there again though I miss my time with you I loose my skin to let some air back in sinking in at the speed of time what sound does it make when you stop to look at it not the steady tick of the clock at all more a soft scream into the thickening moonlight I tense at the chill of the megale wind dead men studying dead men that studied dead men but who here really wants to live forever raise your hands and we knock you off overboard, buh-bye Hygieia, for the breath in my lungs Dionysus, for the drink in my veins Le Moirai, for the lines I've crossed Tyche, for the lines I shall remain The blood taste in my mouth makes me wince it's not overbearing, it's just that it's barely noticeable at all so I think of the one and his taste for blood perhaps not lust, but a form of negligence The crescent wisp, the knife in palm striking earth where the crumbs have fallen yet I meet you here and now on the waves with no ship dance of the salt and sun along the northern branch Mon coeur est triste j'espère que vous savez mon chemin ma naissance est une disjonction entre l'honneur et la famille Artemis, for the food in my belly Demeter, for the crumbs in my bowl Hera, for the woman of my life Eros, for our love and love alone
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