Coming Home
Come
to me my love
Through
liquid air
To
this haven in dark sky
Where
waiting I
Alone
in night
Beacon
burn
Consume
myself in light
Hip hop flop
Hip hop flop
front paws on ice
Which is colder,
this one
that one
Hip hop flop
Washed clean again
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Scurrying snakes slither
Crab-wise across this chalky page
Frantic scribes mark the shadow tracks
Dim denseness bound white on black
Stamped words shed no shadow yet
Wormcasts waiting for the next tide
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2010
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