On opening my eyes..
The world dark as my soul..
Nothing moves, nothing flows
A dream of a dead man
The moss of thoughts fill my mouth..
Lichen grows on my bones..
Vertebrae detach..
Teeth lost in the grit
waves
washed
voice
vertebrae
turned
track
there
themselves
dream
night
detach
thoughts
flows
bonus
world
roaring
place
behold
grows
trace
opening
bones
covered
disappeared
lichen
mouth
memories
space
moves
nothing
teeth
taken
storm
swallowed
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