Shaking Lost Phantoms Seas
the clay walls
of the bookstore
drunk with know
-ledge feel the creeping
sin of life
perched down the tree
opens its eyes
in the dark room
(almost four)
A.M. the urge
to close its eyes
to the tail
shaking lost phantoms
seas faces melt
vision fuses flakes
of shadow calmly coaxing
the sun to rise….
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