Transient sails


Of masts

Blossomed within

Steam engines

Rusting on the back burner

Left to isolate

Rotted from the synergy

Now dead and decayed

Torn between and sewn so few

Dancing in the hex of you

In view


Keep the child

Separated //Imaginative

Oh! The heart is a chore

Oh! the heart’s crescendoed chords

Auto (correct) erotic asphyxiation

Cords entangled

In: sanity resumed

Exit: left and fame presumed

Hold me close

No luck//bone broke

Hole me near

No heaven//all fear


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