Long walks
slip away into songs
I POUR OUT INDIGO
stolen nights
(dark effervescent glow
fades to unmapped interior,
to those solitary wolveseyes)
intoxicate me-
as if,
starting out a storytime of
life and death, etched in
perilous heartbeats as if
our memory had formed together-
in rhythms spoken too long ago,
singing made long answers to even longer ago,
to when rocks dripped
in clouded formations and
formless mountaintops danced alongside
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