Friday, April 22, 2022

It's Electric

On my stomach sunbathing 
Magic melting through my wings
To my fingers, out my rings
It's electric all I bring
Many moons I wish to stop
Wistfully watching ticking clocks
Feel as if I'll die and drop
Nevertheless, I do not
Tears that taste of salty sea
Is it close as I will be
Have I failed at certain themes
Should not be revisiting 
Still I will keep on scribing
It is what is asked of me

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