I suffocate my brain with gin.
Again.
I'm seashores and tin.
I bend.
Proximity alert.
The priest becomes megaphone. Spilling my guts when the circuit breaks.
Privacy. Harmony.
Quickly decode the differences.
Hollow bones.
Betsow a vision.
I ask to receive.
I feel the answers.
Too light to break this Earth's atmosphere.
Too late.
Behold,my vision.
The infant sleep of Mother Earth.
A great extinction.
A man is born with grey in his heart.
His thoughts unformed.
A ridge of her leaking core.
A beach with sterilizing water.
Meeting and leaving.
A pool of molten glass.
A lake of cold translucent glass.
A rock to fracture the truth.
A crack forms.
A club is pulled from there.
Echo. Echo. Echo.
Tragedy (rewrite this robert)