Frame


“Frame” – Recorded 2/10/2021 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them

feel waves crash
ebb now flow
to wash through on
bruise toe the
gilded grains go
tides change
slow
blue dew moves
too
that moon tho
no sun still
glow

watch me
watch the sky
we

i
can’t
stand
and shiver
wait to
wither;
no,
bloom with
new teeth
gold like
halo
wreath
wrapped like
leaf
not to fade as
sand beneath
feet
out of frame not
out of reach

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