These are the clangs of the clock counting sunless times. These are the lives measured by a painted sunrise.
Tag: verse
To that which I held for an instant.
The night rends, Its wounds are clear as dawn.
Shipwreck
"Look", they said. "Courage.".
Untitled, a horsefly soliloquy
In the shattered visage of a thousand eyes, I see your hands cleave with swift wrath, And I die.
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