well hello deviantart..anyway. i'm real sleepy now, so i have to go to bed.
catching fishbury me with your words, in your red-blooded language-- but do not entomb me in death, as the frozen earth covers a grave, but as a river slides over rocks smothing their rough edges.catching fish
i have made a collection of what i catch from your mouth. i am a fisher's wife with her net plunged deep in your waters. i would wish for a burial by those creatures-- silver-fleshed and squirming with life that bursts forth from
the river that bubbles out between your lips, &n
el despertar absolutementelike ashes,el despertar absolutemente
like leaves-- it is the whisper of paper tongues in parched throats; the rustle of dried corn husks in a late autumn field.
we hear them draw near (the blistered cadavers worn frail with time) arms swaying, barren tree limbs blackened with the desert heat, cracked with drought and age.
single-file,
vigilancethey gathered on the beaches: masses of black- shrouded seagulls, possessing a patience without hope; only pale eyes turned to the sea, vigilant in their blindness, observing nothing.vigilance
faces set immovable, stern: like the coastlines they
look after. only the ebb of time erodes at their features, so slowly they won't notice until the boundaries have been redrawn and they are left without homes, refugees in their sacrifice.
the sand will bury them and their resignation; their half-hearted watchfulness. they
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