Glass series b Glass Tongues

Swirling sounds spiral down, fill and surround me

Like surreal clouds of eider down, seems a dreaming, foaming, crashing sea



On a sensuous beach the supple sand gives way beneath my feet

While palm trees lift their pointed tongues to taste the moonlights heat

Glass stars fall from glass skies and stain my feet with sand

The moonlight cuts across the water from where only I can stand

I walk along the moonbeam as a suicide walks a bridge

Breathe deep the glass, my water soul and see blossoms on a distant ridge

The flowers bloom and blot out the sky 'till I'm sure they'll swallow me

Through the glass the suicide laughs, dying to catch up to me



If you never hear from me again, I'm happy


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