Walking Shadows
Being like the cold,
and restless deep blue sea, yet
inside, beneath the
waves I buried my
fire down in the garnet
red catacombs of
forgotten sea gods,
waiting for the flickering
emotions; these wan,
walking shadows to
come alive and thus let that
volcano erupt at last.
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