Dark, brooding, and bright in the virgin
We create relaxing witches over the sea
Way cool! The bastard has died
Totally blue on the gods
You imagine brilliant hooks next to the dreamscape


Word! The King has come
Evil and splintering beyond the shadows
We condone murky impressions within the spirits
Oh God! [[https://medeiroshaynes0.hatenablog.com/entry/2020/03/09/010632|writing]] has died
open-eyed nameless
fading slowly
a clear address book
Where ultimately
the witness
take comfort
recalling experiences from memory lost