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J.B.

Mesh

Amorphous pace
I drift above the ground
The sea of corpses
Round trip; I’m drowned
 
Time is now
In time is then
Synchronized watches,
Celebrate the when
 
I crowned my king
His name was mine
Lived in a crater of pity
Scared of sacred sign
 
We ruin what we possess
I lament our absence
Pulled together
Drawn to each’s presence
 
Shedding days of woe
Casting new shades
Sharing one shadow
Falling past elder blades
 
No fear of making ghosts
No blood for sake of hope
I now feel my essence stirring,
From slumber with horizon’s rope

(2014)

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