Byron said it well
skeletal thrusting amongst the granular darkness

no-one could forsee the king of skulls
taking the green and washing over ultramarine

I used to feel the goodbye darling
now I chew the dust … devour the root of dandelion

bats rioting amongst lifeless branches
natures finest furniture now future-less

no tale telling … but THIS is a tale
no embracing

much forraging
much salivating

good times boxed up and posted off
addicted to the darkness, addicted

to the lack of sunrise

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