Looking up at you though squid ink,
The eyeglass of the drowning,
I cannot tell if this storm is
The child of your eyelash
Or the secret of their lids,
Darkening the hemorrhage salt.
Perhaps the only art is
Asphyxia, the breathless
Liquids of Leviathan
Drawing out our beasts with the
Hook in its gill, until seeing
And drowning are only parted
By the wideness of your eyes in
The rain.
- Malb 23/05/2011 01:39
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Another awesome poem from my friend.
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