Vagrant ripples

I’m weeping into an endless cup

overflowing with hearts and glass

my mind a torrent of gentle waves

cumbersome totes of a trumpets brass,

the depth is deep, to deep to flee

in shades that color the drowning tones

symphonic lures that tug at me

bending harshly splintering bones,

so alone I cradle and fain to sleep

in hopes to dream a sweeter taste

where light is shining in every corner

burning all signs of damage and waste.

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