Infinite Oceans

A taste of things to come

Could make a third eye blind

A half bottle of whiskey turning lucid dreams into pieces of sky

Bitter sounds of rain once forgotten

Could howl in streams faster than light speed

As this odyssey drifts in infinite oceans breaking with waves along the fault line

Missing parts to a mind long lost within shambles of snow

Only to melt back in place for someone else’s eyes not yet pried    

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