Bone and Ichor

Leave, I have left
the body, the flesh and bone
and ichor. Floating as comets
atop the black. Commiserate
the body, the flesh and bone
and ichor.

Palaces of lacquered
pillars and contempt.
The mind departs
the body, the flesh and bone
and ichor. Suburbia, thrones
of an imagined caste. Seat
the body, the flesh…

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A Pelagic Omen. My tome of mind sketches.

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A Pelagic Omen. My tome of mind sketches.

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