re:

a blue wave over me
sanctified
and pure

the freshness
has its
allure

but the tide
is a lie

pulled back into
the depths

i’m more
comfortable here
in midnight
black

“in the back with the
racks and the stacks”

time
slowed

a tune in my ear
i walk the
lonely road

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