Siren Song
Siren Song
“My aching bones protruding desire;
My mind overtaken by time immemorial.
A wasteland of dissociation, barren yet flourishing
With fruitful anamnesis of a necromantic epoch;
Oh Poseidon- how I long for home.
To endure the Fateful death song that spills from these lips,
Our sweet entanglement transforms to unity;
Sweet Liberation! My deliverance is in your aqueous grasp!
Dulcis Mortem- liberare eos de vincula vitae.”
~ NC
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