In-voice
They wanted to break my mind
and set it again aligned to a
whalebone, the impossible
chance of catching them inside
the depth of my thoughts,
the voices like little fish
swimming in and out of
its mouth, now caught,
now free,
the broken mind
aligned to the hands of the
fishermen, the bones that
don’t hold but break like
a clean sun over the edge
of the horizon.
The sea was pushing me
farther away, my mind
broken and then set with a
whalebone big as the
voice of God, nothing to
hold it but the loose nets
of time where the moments
rush through like water,
the carbon in the sky and
nothing to copy but a more
permanent form of insanity.
and set it again aligned to a
whalebone, the impossible
chance of catching them inside
the depth of my thoughts,
the voices like little fish
swimming in and out of
its mouth, now caught,
now free,
the broken mind
aligned to the hands of the
fishermen, the bones that
don’t hold but break like
a clean sun over the edge
of the horizon.
The sea was pushing me
farther away, my mind
broken and then set with a
whalebone big as the
voice of God, nothing to
hold it but the loose nets
of time where the moments
rush through like water,
the carbon in the sky and
nothing to copy but a more
permanent form of insanity.
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