Untitled, original poem #94

my shadow is cast
iniquitous and full

i told you this was my last round
old habits and all of that
too many trips to the treasure room
come now
let me touch you

 that's it

galaxies dim 
they drain from the rim of your eye
a bitter milky mead
my cup
 it runneth over

that's it
as the very breath is sucked
 from the bower of your trembling lips
you know

i am your cold singularity


Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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