the wind shreds shards today, by so, so slow -
a seeping ice, near-mooned, now pale and
shroomed, glassy dark outside on stair, cold
steals into doors, unlocked and dryly open,
peals of light in pools of bright, crystal shine
in the eight a.m. wine, do i like that it is mine?
pour a shot into the java, i pray, turn my
red blood to lava all the way. i wish upon
a giant water drop to drown me in this dry
dock, this very waterless place right now
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
