Sometime in the near future,
I'll sail across my own departure.
Clapping claws & wasted morals,
I'll be the ocean's blood.
Fear abstracted,
slowly refracted.
I'll be the ocean's home,
just as it will be my own.
July 2022
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
Departure
Sometime in the near future,
I'll sail across my own departure.
Clapping claws & wasted morals,
I'll be the ocean's blood.
Fear abstracted,
slowly refracted.
I'll be the ocean's home,
just as it will be my own.
July 2022