Passage of moment.


Nigh On

Sinking into Age
A vessel's prow
Nestling against Time's wharves
Bodyship a galleon of centuries passed
Planks, bones creak& settling
With the long list of Night,
Monstrous creations of the deep
Sunken rumors roar beneath
Countless waves repeat themselves
No end,
Comes to meet themselves
The way in is
Nigh.




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Written on 2022-09-13 at 01:46

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