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Poetry Through quicksand skin, crawling, i feel you now
where we share hallucinations in opium bed sheets, counting stars in liquid forgiveness
Catching the ferry to sink with the sun
Dear father,
I have followed your freezing countryside of lonesome eyes and promised misery
Howled at your metal moon to escape this imprisonment, an endless sentence of life
And found I was the only sky to hear
I burn in your absence of mind
I swell with the tide of sunken triumph
Swim in centuries of madness and the stories it tells
Find language told only, in absence of time
Washed up against maps of ink and shapes and shade
To dream through an empty calm of infinite space
Grow
In your phases
Of the moon
Light flickers
In fingers
Through love
Let children
Be children
And grow only
Backwards
In mind
