A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
It’s Not Complicated
I pick up the phone and hear
Something divine, a schedule to wash away
The rhythmic ambiance of an abandoned future
And so it always is with tidal waves
The ocean bidding us goodbye as it pulls its curses back into itself
But I take it upon myself to man a solitary vessel with a black flag
Set a course for that most hidden treasure
And all this while, you were sailing beside me
A wind, a spirit, love eternal.
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