Lack Thereof

beasts of comparison:

when the sky dies

we'll cry for the sun.

with guitars upcranked

we will long for the tap of a snare.

appreciation through removal.

tardy to care.

and God is not frugal with Love

so I'm scared...

a beach footprint is walked over

until it washes away

tn we talk over what and what may

have just happened that day.

I'm gripping on to a string

of an angel's hair

cause I know

Love comes with hangovers...

and at the bottom of a shady lair

a demon mixes amnesia potions

for us to indulge

in a false excitement

for smelling the air

of an ocean...

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