dying is easy when the tide turns

dying is easy when the tide turns
and the see-through jellyfish
look at you in dismay

bows upon bows
line the ancient battlement
beneath an anesthetized moon

it is the night of call me no more
of rifts hanging like oranges
just before the dark




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-09-21 at 21:18

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