H.o.l.l.y.. W.o.o.d.w.a.r.d
Submerged
My cold heart floats slow
through the blue sound of your name--
like the river below,
you are never the same.
Your name casts a spell,
like a dream trapped in sleep,
like a voice down a well,
like a secret I keep.
All the tales I can tell,
all the letters I write,
only deepen the well,
only darken the night.
Slim Chants
The heart makes a fickle grave,
always letting ghosts crawl out.
The mind makes a flighty cage--
often fledgling hopes fall out.
The soul is a nest of fire,
time is a deepening spark.
The world is a net of wire,
love is a leap in the dark.
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