The cold morning air kisses my fingertips with incognito apology.
A wraith swimming among ghost town touching base to find reason
for the days the Universe changed.
The elements scuttle to find their new place. The people lament and seek sanity in mirrors face.
A half removed remorse- caught within digital distranslation of binary- binding to an alien language abetting at the core.
In the setting up of stages in a New ?? disOrder.
A requiem sequim seeking also the dew of entangled remorse :code:
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2020
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