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Click hereSea-shells call out
in raucous tones
sibilant sighs and
pregnant thoughts
Would that the bird
circling the sky
Hiding in clouds
darting to the stars
Hitch a ride and be free,
wheeling diving,
plunging sinking,
in that morass of
grey and crimson
cloying shades and dank Fingers
Those dappled lights and
springy moss covered stones
Make Me run the
scoured sands of Time
whence did We start
whence will We finish,
Often
I think answers are
in those caves
Maggoty and vile
empty sockets
full blown ripe fruitbulbs
Drawing as desired
then again
Taking and feasting
He knows naught else,
needs a one to feed Him
slake His gluttony
Who dares be the one
to fill His Needs
Some very good lines here. The first strophe certainly outshines the rest, at least, for me. Another good one, Razz.