Sacrecy
Oct 2, 2016
1 min read
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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