a sea with no beginning

grey days

a bored world

scratches on the vinyl

fingers laced

if I could…

as though in love

(the only thing I liked

was the music)

a naked wind

the Sun dawns spectacular

with the subjugation of the day

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Awaiting Dawn

Awaiting night to begin,

Saying a moot Hail Mary,

Falling deeper into sin –

Escape the ordinary.

Fearing the volcanic skies,

The crescent moon swiftly wanes;

Mankind’s chorus slowly dies,

But the raven’s cry remains.

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