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July 24, 2011

Another B-side, but I like the ending haha

Focus is but a shade of being

but who is who they seem to be?

Focus passes by, island sirens singing

standing around, dressed akin to this..tree!

Broad oak looming white with black leaves

The isle adorned with olive an’ oleander

Our vessel at once groans and heaves

I lay myself bare with candor

Stillness is but a sliver of nothingness

Our vessel edged closer as though drawn

Rocks lay underneath with a rough caress

Strewn across the isle, only wind come dawn

We tread water with all the ocean before us,

wishing all along we would be evaporated by the sun

We were fools, and it was soon that we perished.


From → Poetry

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