a pause, and a cutting reflection of identity distorted by a mariner's curse. dripping gorgons rising from the water, whistling in the protestant wind, ballads of a brimming cappuccino sea. narrating, as it unfolds, the powered flight of accelerating wildfire and the dispersal of wings aloft. a familiar allegory, catered by the threadbare appeal of an invited guest, a breath of novelty, an emblem of the past.
pine and canvas, in chair-form, falling in line. carpet condemned, a polished set of musical memories lulled the sailors into submission, swallowing doubt. salt in the sinuses, a clarifying wish, a dismembered moth. spinning compass, the silence of the sea, guided only by the fear of irrelevance. white caps, windswept bluffs, hanging gables, steep rooflines and an insider handshake whitewashed by natural indifference. gray galaxy spiked with a hint of lime and terracotta shorts, reveals a secret republic, shrouded in favorable sun.
of kings, monopolized queens, propagated pawns and alliances with stone bishops + knights. strategy, percentage, a cool reduction of emeralds leached from dry gravel. carniverous worms, earning their meat and gnoshing on salted rants. granulated stars scattered over idyllic ponds, rarely used icons sharing shelves with evicted mollusks. white house countess sifting through appointments, whispering infidelities with tranquility, cocoavan, teaser, vixen and muse.
a soft goodnight, a misguided tour, ends with silver stones leading to the safety of sleep.
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