The World of Myth Magazine

I'll breathe if you will
gasp between notes
of shadow and shade

Good morning, soft smile
great consequence
in the space
where anger and love
both swallow the tail
we've been chasing

Zero-point graduation
hallelujah-induced hallucinations

They seeded the skies
with prayers of smoke
and chimera poisons

Magnetic tongues
wet

spark
Electric hymns

Messy with the way
we hum
our promises

but well-tuned
to the bed
of salvation

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