lonely tides in a sea of forgetfulness
carpal tunnels of light-headed volumes
deep and bitter betrayal in the trust of love
so smoke you here, spacing time in
rhythmic percussion,
and I began depressions in your palm in
the bearing weight of our deserved agony for
the carpal tunnels of dimmed perception
the mast the ship the tumbling crash
over waves' crests we slide in liquid patterns
breaking waters, searching for oblivion
[22:23|17.1.012] ©c.thomas.carter
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