Tropical hell.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
Myself sand, single grains reaching.
My body alone floats along under grounded skies.
Tropical none-stop island.
Endless sea-waters, mind searching.
Scaling flow, undertow lotion.
Tsunami graceful liquid-death beauty.
Dragon wave, come taste my burning flesh.
Tanned summer reptile heated-riptide.
Seasonal prophets, four of them, all deny me.
Serpent eyes starry twinkle.
Alone weathered of washed away sands.
An hour glass trapped upside-down.
Only to be repeated.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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