The sound of the kraken

I greet the dawn eyes wide open 

Toothpicks stretching each eyelid

Plucking the days awareness once again


Bloody hell!


What I need is ripe for the taking

The caress of the tip on the inside of my soul

Words whittled in my ear of the soulless crack


Shattering the fragile plexiglass 

Each explosion 

Wetness of past hurts dripping from the cervaus 

Give back to this earth for that which has been taken!


Plowing deep, planting the seeds

Begone distrust and pain

Prosper in the gypsies sunshine

These petals limitless as this new dawn awakes

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