Blithely cliquey summer heat,
Caught in a realm of time-a story,
of against a tide, & a boat stranded grime.
In hunter’s blades, marked for I am blind,
In hunts of hate..a love slithers tall,
the world around submerges by a wave’s fall.
In drips of sweat, I plead me tall,
A bewitched heart beats..i hear it’s fall.
no longer stalls..a fly of breath for me
follow lost sights, I plunge head along,
To a death..I am not still drawn.
perched atop a wanderer's nest,
I see a light that moves away & on'
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