Atlantis

Blasphemous

I rearrange these stones

Foolish to believe

We were cut from the same quarry

Simultaneous

The damage caused

A bright star disappearing

Vanished from my skies

Catacombs

The farther I go

The deeper the wishing

I was the one disappearing

Absolute zero

Now frozen lungs

Just idling here

Thinking I was worth a damn

Continuum

Biting tongues

Just biding

Wishing I was worth your time

With melancholy reservations

I construct a future without myself

And set these keys like stones

Two twists for self-destruct

Saying goodbye to the golden hour

Without so much as cracking a smile

Crucial to nothing and no one else

Wishing I could have been

Febrile

Collapsing heart

Scribbling this jargon

Sold on singularity

Peddling

In temperatures mundane

Still pedaling backwards

To useless thoughts of usury

Erroneously

Ordering the usual futility

Mixture of numbness and anxiety

Not owed a fucking thing

Positioning

Back where I belong

Rough cut

Left on the cutting room floor

I promise I won't do this dance

I'll stay here on the coals

And end this toxic roller-coast

And let the fire win at last

Following the road to Bimini

I sign a contract with my ghost

And let it simply sink into me

Keeping Atlantis close

Submerging

In the undertow

Politely I peacefully request

Remaining unknown

Silent running

From Atlantic to Pacific

Simply allegoric

Analogous

Keeping Atlantis Close

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