And gone,
swept unto the chords of Normandy,
furloughed as it were
disbanded de la realidad,
distracted from the daily dias of chaotic car collusions -
our necrotic, sullen, beautiful love.
In defatigable moment, I retract into sunken pores,
furrowing momentously to find the shade of some slumber.
But in an umber hole of self-affliction,
massive affixment on the lossless sound,
across lazy banks of wealthy azure shores:
sending a soon sculpted missive -
That halfway between life and death
lies the answer to that elusive cower,
the altar of what is to come.
A sea a thousand years wide,
To see you.
To know again.
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