A Final Tide
HANDCUFFED BY HOLOGRAPHY OF ROOTS
LEANDERS ENCIRCULATING MY HEART
WITH HOPES OF EPHEMERAL LOVE
MY EYELIDS GROW SCALES
I CAN SEE
WITHOUT EYEBALLS DEVOURED BY REALITY
MY RETURN TO WATERS...
I ECHO-LOCATE MY SOUL THROUGH ASHES
TOSSED AGAINST THE WIND FROM A CATAMARAN
FULL OF THE FACELESS WITH SUNGLASSES
I FINALLY FOUND WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR
ALL MY LIFE...
RETURNING TO THE WATERS...
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Copyright © Iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2016
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