weary of these whale songs
i give over to bone silence
ossified in scrimshaw waves
no white-cap crest response
cast upon the horizon
before every drop resolves
itself buried in the crash
crash
One response to “crash”
And yet we still hear the call.
weary of these whale songs
i give over to bone silence
ossified in scrimshaw waves
no white-cap crest response
cast upon the horizon
before every drop resolves
itself buried in the crash
And yet we still hear the call.
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