Friday, September 19, 2025

Waterless shore

 My feet are severed, sharp and bare,

Buried in the sandy lair,

Myriads within the bone,

Thin, faint pinches, coldly known

From unknown, gnawing things that creep,

Inner candles burning deep.


A black hum echoes all around,

Everywhere, the light is bound

In a sickly, fading gleam

On our unknowing faces' dream.

Hermetically deaf and blind,

The landscape wraps us, unkind—

A constant hallucination

Grows upon your mind's creation,

A satanic hill, a dark plantation.


Seeking to escape the chill

Of frozen, weary, bleak despair,

We burned too soon, against our will,

On a waterless shore, stripped bare.

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