a declaration to begin a week of tireless toil

faded hazel remnants
in a sea of innumerable drownings
i am lost
a lone wave desperate
for the shore
yet little more than
an empty thrall
pulled by the
slivery moon

a solitary speck
in an avalanche
of weighted declarations
a random digit
falling farther
from the light
she so effortlessly shines
in theoretical impossibilities

i may not be
the answer to
philisophical riddles
espoused by addicts
in three piece finery
but i am
the torrent from which
your lovely soul
to blind the sun

i do love you
even if my idiosyncrasies
tend to blur
the message
the skeleton is there
buried deeply
in subcutaneous desires


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