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No Such Thing
Aching, yawning, panging void Arcing thunder, deep, deployed Agonized response and call Pinging off these gilded walls Tower, yearning, gaping maw Hunger, frothing, gobbled up Gears beneath brought to a halt Mirrors reflecting desperate thoughts Memories of meals, left thirsty Release, an animal to chase Fires on an altar burning Wax to drip upon my face Faith to feed, a sin unchanging A son bespoke for yonder moon Elements of spatial, chasing Marquee crying, coming soon Stre

Paul Clive
12 hours ago2 min read


Saturated
Wolfing down Lapping up Hungry maw Open cup O'er flowing Tangle foot Brambles broken Tied in knots Roots below Sky above Crying out...

Paul Clive
Apr 7, 20251 min read
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