This mouth-cage is a bed,
not a grave.You drank on noxious notes,
While other men fainted
With amnesia of affectation.Can skin, temptingly taut
Why do you even ask to live?
against delicious bone
tear you from study of this world?
Or have you realised
where you misplaced your attention?
Reflect on the purpose of creation.Saturations mix, and those who have breathed much
When one heart bleeds into another,
Give life to those that forget for themselves.
Take heart, Lover, your Beloved makes loopholes of blowholes!!!
This Orca rises to gasp for me again
Watch the glimmer of wings sprout from his back,
That they may carry us home.
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