Frozen Balloon

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Frozen Balloon

A Tele-Graphed Whisper,
 You Know The Game:
  Mountains To Sand
   Surrender The Same.

No Sun-Burn, No Sea-Gulls...
 No Music, No Face.
  The Memory Of A Memory
   Once Deeply Embraced.

Who Are You, Once Real?
 On The Want Of Your Breath?

  I Grasp For Integrity...
   In 
    The 
     Throes 
      Of 
       It's 
        Death.

The Skin-Kissed Un-Wearable,
 Exhausted, We Chased:
  The Intention Of Memories
   We Armed To Embrace.

No Furtive Dilemma...
 No Sweet Nectar's Taste:

  This 
   Fading 
    Mad
     Memory...
  
    Expanding In Space.

-Gray Squirrel

06-10-2025

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