His Presence...

I felt and felt and have forgot, forgot.

Only a bare tremble remains in my hand, a balance out of footing.

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Living basalt ballast veined with my blood and a ship built with my rivets

A splash displaced of rainbows splendour o'er clouds

and rainy days. A hoard of plenty,

golden swans congregating o'er cool water and urban dias

both tangible and imaginary.

Ephemera, riches, Pokemon cards, art flyers, hipsters swag

over which my head would splosh its contents, hot

or cold and overflow and run down my face

like hot wax.Illegal substances,  people, dreams and nightmares

Questions without answers and rules without words.

Somewhere imagination is King, I naively think.

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