Caught in Kether
Hoof high
Roadside
Run or hide
Heatwave
Hot spring
High time
No love, no lime
All alone in your devices
The snare of rhythm
Wild with weeds
Windblown seeds
I’ll elude you
Alluding to
Love language
A silent tongue
Cryptic tryptych
From over the sea
They brought me
For a hunting party
Now I’m free
They brought me
From over the sea
For their tea party
But now I’m free
The western wasteland
All planned
Metallic discourse
Stolen sand
Land swallowed by sea
Ocean engulfed in fiery fury
Void yawning mourning
Magic hidden in a tree
Change takes time
Dream a while and rest with me.
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