Hi high, I've missed you too
when strange thoughts and unpleasant fictions
crawl from wall to wall in the rooms upstairs
my heart is sheathed in nettles
and i surround myself
in un-necessities.
but like the child in the sun
or the wandering tramps
of the moonlight beach
my watery soul leaks in between
every grain and atom
to borrow warmth and comfort
from this terrible, beautiful, holy life.
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/54ila0/12345/d82hnz5
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/54fc81/surely_goodness/d82huo6
Posted Sep 26, 2016, 11:43 AM UTC
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This. I was expecting more of a cathartic text when i read the title.