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Rubber Rooms & Tombs
I was clad in a singular shoe
having a design
Of a thousand shoes,
Suddenly surfacing like swans
in ghost glides
Over ghost tides.
The Columbian Emeralds in my ears
spoke to me of falling angels
In
Enochian calls
From heights that increased in depth.
A watermark dawn
bled away into pyrite light -
Full blown
In my insomnia eyes
growing verdigris.
One last sight of life lived
right
In the sight of a dweller of the day.
O
Rubber rooms
&
Tombs.
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