Sacrecy

Earth in tones.

Dependence.

Let me in.

I seek your heart,

great glass,

an oyster

out of water, out of Time,

a remnant of the Stars,

a future nothing

had,

and mine to keep.
Sacrecy is the Name,

like the lid to a treasure chest.

Oh, you are handfuls of coins

at the bottom of the Sea,

glinting, unseen.

09/28/2016

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